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puzzlement as if
he finally realized that something wasn't right. “If you're not my
birthday present, then who the hell are you?”
    “ I believe that's the exact
question I asked you just a few minutes ago,” Danielle informed
him.
    She took a deep breath, then continued, “But
seeing as you've lost your memory, I'll tell you who I am. My name
is Danielle Kapur, and I came here to meet my--”
    “ I believe the name was
Steven,” the cad supplied with an expression of distaste as if he
knew Steven.
    “ I can prove you’re in the
wrong house.” Picking up the end of her bedspread as one would the
train of a gown, Dani moved with as much dignity as she could
muster to the side of the bed where her skirt lay crumpled on the
floor. The accusing evidence reminded her all too well that she
hadn't thought twice about removing her clothing last night. He
must really think the worst of her. Flashbacks of the evening
popped into her mind, especially when he'd run his hand up her
skirt. She shook her head to dispel the image and fumbled in the
pocket for the slip of paper she'd stuffed in there last night. She
needed to prove that she wasn't crazy. Grasping the slip of paper,
Dani shoved it at him. “See! That's the address he gave
me.”
    Adrian unfolded the crumpled paper. Scrawled
across the plain white sheet were three numbers 699. He smiled, and
it took all of his willpower not to laugh at the twist of fate that
had put this poor girl in the wrong house, at the wrong time and,
to his satisfaction, with the wrong man. Turning the paper upside
down he handed it back to her and said, “Are you sure it was 699
Sandy Lane?”
    Dani gaped at the numbers. She'd been in a
hurry when she'd jotted them down, and the doorbell had rung at the
same time. She could have been mistaken. Then the stark cold
realization hit her with a wallop. She should have gone to 669
Sandy Lane. The blood slowly left her face and she felt
light-headed. She had come to the wrong house. What a
terrible mistake.
    God, she could just die.
    Dani was thinking about fainting when she
heard him chuckle as he smugly watched her mull over her
predicament. He crossed his legs beneath the sheet which, thank the
Lord, still covered his lower body, then he folded his hands behind
his head. He could have, at least, had the decency not to laugh.
Yet he seemed to be enjoying himself way too much.
    Although she realized she'd probably regret
it, Dani knew she had to do something to wipe that superior
expression off his face. Then the full impact of what she'd done
really sank in, and her eyes grew wide. “My God, I could get
AIDS!”
    She covered her mouth with one hand, but then
the bedspread started to slide, and she had to clamp her arms down
again. “How often do you do this? Have you ever had any
diseases?”
    She knew she was rambling, but she couldn’t
stop herself. She peered at him sharply. “God knows what kind of
other diseases you have. You probably do this all the time. Don't
you?”
    Her last remark hit home. At least, she had
finally wiped the smirk off his face. Coldness clouded his dark,
mysterious eyes, and Danielle sensed she'd better move, but before
she could back away from the bed, he reached out and grabbed her
arm, jerking her back onto the bed.
    He pinned her arms above her head, his
glowering face hovering just above hers. His brown eyes were almost
black as he stared down at her.
    Dani began to struggle, but he simply
tightened his grip by squeezing her wrist until she stopped.
    “ No, sweetheart. I don't
have to pay women,” he whispered, between clenched teeth. “They're
usually more than willing to have my attention.” He paused, and she
could tell he was trying to regain his composure. “And I can assure
you, I have a clean bill of health. I don't believe I heard any
complaints last night.” A devilish gleam entered his eyes as he
lowered his head and nuzzled her neck to prove his
point.
    “ D--don't.” Even to her own
ears