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He has his back to me staring out the window wearing only his black trousers.  His back is amazing muscle that tapers down to his slim waist, and that ass, oh, it is a very nice ass.
                  The red scratch marks I left on his back last night make me smile. I marked his perfect skin, so if another girl looks at him within the next couple days they will know that he had been with someone else, me .  I shake my head trying to get the jealous thoughts out of my mind, at the possibility of another woman seeing him like this.  No he's mine. Stop that, Aubrey !
                  He turns around and flashes me that dimpled smile and takes me in with his deep blues.  Hi baby! Son of bitch!  What the hell is my problem?
                  "Good morning, gorgeous." He beams, coming over and taking me in his arms like it's the most natural thing in the world.  Please don't kiss me, please don't kiss me. Too late . He grabs my chin with one hand and brings my lips to his pressing into me.  His soft velvet tongue enters and slides against mine.  Damn this boy can kiss . 
                  "Good Morning," I whisper rubbing my hands down his chest as I slowly try to push away from him.  His chest is a magnificent hard chest that felt so good pressed against my naked skin.
                  "I'm sorry, but I have a flight in a couple of hours.  I really do need to get busy," I tell him avoiding his deep blues.  I’m also trying to ignore how very turned on I am right now, and by the bulge in his trousers so is he.  I search for my purse and pull out my phone texting Ethan.
                  Get your ass here now . I need a buffer, a buffer will help.  I turn and Ian is right there, but my phone beeps and I look down at the text.
                  I was there but lover boy sent me away .  "Ethan was here?" I look up at him.  Big mistake.  Damn those deep blues .
                  "Yeah, I wanted to talk to you before you left," he answers unapologetically. 
                  "Ian, I can't. I really do have stuff to take care of before my flight." I avert my eyes and head into the bedroom to dry my hair so I can get packed up.
                  "Aubrey, why do I get the feeling that you're avoiding me?" he says now leaning up against the bathroom doorway as I reach for my hair dryer.  Because I am, you've got good feelers Ian Brady .  I watch him in the mirror behind me and he doesn't look happy. He lowers his head and crosses his arms at his chest.  It’s not helping seeing him like this, all brooding and sexy, his forearms tight with the veins bulging.
                  The hell with the blow dryer, I will let it air dry.  I start packing my toiletries in my make up bag.  I’m trying to avoid Ian at all costs, but the only way back in the room is to get past him first. 
                  "Excuse me," I say not looking at him as I squeeze pass him.  He grabs my arm not moving his body at all and pulls me back in front of him.
                  "Aubrey, I want to see you again and soon. I don't have to get back until tomorrow. Stay with me one more day." He's not asking, he is telling me. 
                  "I have to get back, I have things to do." I am standing firm here, I can do this. Do I want to stay? Hell yes I do, but I need to go. I need space so I can sort my head out .
                  "Things you can't take care of from here?" Yes, I could, but I'm not going to OK . I shake my head no and move away from him to start packing again. 
                  "Why are you fighting this, baby?" Don't call me baby. He is frustrated now. God, you are not going to make this easy on me are you ?
                  "I'm not fighting anything, Ian.  I told you last night I don't have time for a relationship," I snap. Maybe now he'll get the