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said after a minute. He picked up her drink
and sniffed it before handing it to a passing waitress. “But I am going to make
him wish he’d chosen a different career path. Right after I get you locked away
in your room. Come on. You’re drunk.”
    He stood and they weren’t eye level anymore. Sam had half a
dozen inches on her even when she was wearing heels. Standing in front of him
barefoot, she had direct access to his muscular chest. The neck of his shirt
was unbuttoned. The glimpse of dark hair enticed her. Melanie fingered a button
on his shirt, wondering about the texture and pattern over the rest of his
body.
    “I’m not drunk.” She wasn’t, but she stooped to retrieve her
shoes anyway. A little buzzed, sure, but her judgment was as clear as her
vision, and she had Sam squarely in her sights. If she were drunk, she wouldn’t
have recognized the opportunity he’d just handed her—an opportunity to have him
all to herself in her fancy Vegas hotel room. The tequila did give her an
excuse to let her shoulder strap slide down her arm as she straightened, hooked
her hand around Sam’s elbow and allowed him to lead her away from the poker
table.
    At that time of night, the hotel corridors were practically
empty. Melanie and Sam had the elevator to themselves. He chose her floor and
retreated to scowl at her from the corner.
    Smiling mischievously, she put her hands behind her back and
crossed to stand in front of him, so close the hem of her dress clung to his
pants and her breasts rose against his shirt when she inhaled. “You could look
again if you wanted. I wouldn’t mind.”
    He narrowed his eyes but didn’t drop his focus from her face
to her cleavage. “What you would or wouldn’t mind isn’t my concern. I’m not
interested. Back off and stop being a brat.”
    She swayed forward until she could feel him against her
belly, fully erect and the definition of interested. “Liar, liar. Hmm. Maybe you want to submit to me . Should I turn you over my knee and spank you for
not telling the truth?”
    Sam snorted. “If anybody’s getting a red ass out of this,
it’s not going to be me. Step away, Melanie.”
    “Or…what? Else ?” Another fraction of an inch closer
and she felt his strength from breast to thigh. He radiated heat in the
air-conditioned climate of the elevator. She closed her eyes and clutched his
shirt, humming appreciatively. “You feel good. I’ve been freezing all day in
the casinos and theaters. The only other time I was warm, you chased me back
inside.”
    “The next time you come to Vegas, you’ll know to pack a
sweater.” He finally touched her, but only to wrap his hands around her upper
arms and push her away. Before she could make another bid for contact, the
elevator door slid open. Sam turned her around and marched her out into the
corridor.
    Melanie sighed and moved away, breaking his loose hold. He
hadn’t cracked a single smile. His disinterest in playing dragged at her good spirits.
“Never mind. Good night, Sam.”
    As much as she wanted him in her bed—or in her shower or on
the bureau or against the ice cooler in the alcove around the corner—she
refused to beg. His loss. Shoulders straight and head high, she left him in
front of the elevator and headed for her room, which was at the end of the
extremely long corridor. He watched her the whole way, if the itch between her
shoulders was any indication, and Melanie alternately cursed him and wished
he’d change his mind.
    When she reached her room, she took her time looking for the
key. From the corner of her eye, she could see him still standing by the
elevator. Still looking like exactly what she wanted.
    Maybe she wasn’t ready to give up yet. After unlocking her
door, she bent to place her shoes and bag just inside so the door wouldn’t
close and lock again. When she straightened, she turned to face him and reached
back to unzip her dress.
    “I want somebody to fuck me,” she called down the