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He gave a short puff of laughter. тАЬThen come up to my room.тАЭ

тАЬUh, I...тАЭ She lowered her gaze, confused and astonished. She was actually considering it! She,
Madeleine Barrington, was actually considering accompanying this total stranger to his hotel room and
going to bed with him.

She had only gone to bed with three men in her whole life, and she knew everything about them, their
families, and even their trust funds before taking the leap. She never slept with a man unless she had
dated him seriously and exclusively for months.

тАЬWhat are you thinking?тАЭ he asked, his voice both familiar and unfamiliar, both comforting and
disturbing.

тАЬI'm...тАЭ

Her behavior tonight would shock everyone she'd ever known. She was always the model of propriety,
good sense, and self-control.

тАЬIt's okay to be nervous,тАЭ he said. тАЬWe are strangers, after all.тАЭ He pressed his forehead against hers and
closed his eyes. тАЬBut I don't feel like a stranger with you. And I want you. I want you like ... like it's my
first time all over again.тАЭ

She trembled in response to the hot longing in his voice. He smelled sharp and tangy, and his breath was
a little faster than before. Of its own volition, her hand moved to cup his cheek. He turned his head and
pressed a kiss into her palm. His lips were hot and damp.

She started breathing like a swimmer, struggling for fast pants of heavy, humid air. The music started
again. She ignored it, focusing on the man who held her in his arms.

Who would ever know? She was all alone here at the ends of the earth. She could be someone else for a
night in Montedora City, someone wild and irresponsible, someone free and driven only by instincts.

There was no one here to see her break down and, for once in her life, do something sordid,
unconventional, unwise, and wholly out of character. She was so tired of being perfect, so tired of being
Madeleine Barrington. And tonight, she was so lonely. She couldn't bear the thought of being alone. She
couldn't bear the thought of letting this man go.

No one would ever have to know. It would be her secret. Their secret. She made a silent pact with this
nameless stranger. For this one night, he would show her another side of life and give her things that were
normally beyond her reach. And then tomorrow, it would be all over. She'd get on a plane for New York
and forget all about him. He'd forget all about her, too; he didn't even know who she was.

She could do whatever she wished tonight, and then put it safely behind her, never to worry about
exposure.

тАЬWhere's your room?тАЭ she whispered.


CHAPTER TWO