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control everything about his life was all that kept him from picking up a bottle of beer, a handful of pills on those days when he was feeling stressed, overwhelmed. During the nights when he struggled so hard to make music, to spill the songs he felt bottled up inside of himself.
    The thought of trying to keep his hands off of her while she toured with him was daunting.
    He wanted her again.
    With a groan, he headed for the shower. So much for getting the attraction out of his system.
    *
    The knock at the hotel-room door came before Hannah could even slip out of her shoes. She knew without asking who it was. Hannah flipped the safety lock and wordlessly ushered her friend into the room.
    Gina threw herself down on the bed, bouncing once before pushing herself up on one elbow to stare at her friend. “So, how was the wine bar?” she asked. Her eyes were wide, feigning an innocence that Hannah didn’t buy into for a moment.
    Hannah couldn’t help the completely goofy grin that curved her mouth.
    Gina laughed. “That wine bar excuse was so lame I don’t know why you bothered.” She sat up, clasping her arms around drawn-up legs. She peered over the tops of her knees, her fey green eyes wide. “Okay, I want details, girl. I was the one you called when you vowed to have one night with Nate Fox, and I’m the one who gets to hear about it first. So, spill. How was he?”
    How was he ? Hannah sank down onto the bed next to her friend. She closed her eyes, remembering the taste of the skin along his throat. The low husky groan she’d drawn from him time and again. She licked her lips unconsciously, reliving the pressure of his mouth on hers.
    His mouth trailing downwards, seeking treasures….
    How was he ? He’d been beyond words.
    “Hello, remember me?” Gina waved her hand in front of Hannah’s face.
    “It’s…strange,” Hannah said finally. “For nine years I’ve been obsessed with the idea of sleeping with him. You and I have plotted any number of schemes; I’ve fantasized about every detail. But I never gave a single thought to what might happen afterwards. It’s as if I just assumed my life would go on as normal…that achieving my goal was somehow separate from everything else.”
    “That’s a hell of a mental block,” Gina agreed. She got up and helped herself to orange juice from the minibar. Further exploration revealed a wrapped Danish on another shelf.
    “Isn’t it crazy?” Hannah got up and paced the room. Realizing she’d removed only one shoe, she stopped and bent down. “It’s not as if I’m a virgin or have never been in a relationship. I know there’s always a morning after.”
    “How did the morning after go?” Gina asked.
    Hannah felt the smile explode across her face. “Um, is it still a one-night stand if breakfast gets a little heated?”
    Gina groaned. She swallowed the large bite of cheese Danish, and waved the wrapper. “You had a better breakfast than I did.” She peered at Hannah. “You’re not going to give details, are you?”
    “No…” Hannah shook her head. “It’s still too fresh. And I still have to face him at the shoot today.” She sat down abruptly as fresh anxiety flooded through her. “What was I thinking, having sex with him first? I have to work with him now. How the hell am I supposed to see him all the time and not want to climb all over him? Last night was the most unprofessional thing I’ve ever done.”
    Leaning forward, she rested her head on her knees. Dizziness washed over her, brought on by the mortifying feeling of guilt. “Oh god, I slept with a client.”
    Gina sat up and put an arm around her. “You let nature take its course, sweetie. The sexual tension between the two of you at dinner was so thick I almost choked on it. You’re both adults; you can figure out how to work together. As long as you use your PR skills to rocket him to the top again, there’s shouldn’t be a problem.”
    “I’ve never slept with a client,”