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thighs, and she felt his rough jeans through the thin silk of her dress. It surprised her that he was wearing jeans, unlike the other TLC employees she had seen, and they felt coarse and somehow exciting rubbing through the silk.
    She started to relax as his talented fingers massaged her tense muscles. He stopped his ministrations and commanded, “Stand, but keep looking straight ahead.”
    Kate felt compelled to comply. Almost as if there was a kind of wild magic in his voice designed to peel away her inhibitions. When she was standing, she felt him move the settee, and then he was directly behind her. Fingers brushed her neck, along the clasp of her dress, and her heart jumped. “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Checking to see how easily your dress comes off,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to find out what you look like under this red silk.”
    She stiffened, clenching her hands so tight at her sides that her crimson-polished fingernails dug into the flesh of her palms. Yet at the same time her panties grew damp at the thought of this stranger with the sexy voice and sensual touch stripping her completely bare. She raised her chin and tried to turn, but he took her by her upper arms and kept her still.
    “Don’t move.” The man rubbed his rough hands over her shoulders, down to her forearms and up again in a slow, mind-bending movement. What would it feel like to have those hands everywhere on my body? As he gripped both her shoulders he kissed the curve of her neck, his lips warm and firm.
    Could she dare to hope that sex would be different with this man? Because of her career, men always expected her to be aggressive, like some kind of carnal Dominatrix in bed. They had no idea what she was really like.
    “Come with me now.” He continued caressing her as he spoke. “I can’t wait to feel your heat, Kate.”
    “You–” She took a deep breath, her voice trembling from sheer excitement and arousal. “You’re amazingly overconfident.”
    He gave a soft laugh, and ran his fingers from her shoulders, down her sides, toward the hem of her thigh-high dress. “Why don’t I slide my fingers under that sexy little number you’re wearing,” he said, “and find out just how overconfident I am?”
    “In front of everybody?” She tried to pull away, but his strong arms caught her waist. He kept her pinned, pulling her flush against his solid length.
    “Someone would see,” she hissed. “This is business.”
    “Look around.” His warm breath teasing her skin. “I doubt anyone would care.”
    Kate had been so wrapped up in her mystery man that everything else around her had ceased to exist. She blinked, and the room came back into focus. The show was over, and the crowd had apparently moved down to the Ballroom for the dinner. “Sure you don’t want to join them?” Nick said close to her ear, and she shivered again.
    “Ah,” Kate licked her lips. “I haven’t eaten.”
    “Neither have I.” His hands encircled her waist. “It’s time to go eat. And you’re dessert.”
    Panic erupted in Kate. “I—I need to find Cheryl. The show—”
    “Show’s over.” His hands burned through the silk of her dress, and she could barely focus on his words. “Cheryl reserved a suite for you with room service. She figured you’d be starving after all this excitement.”
    Before she had a chance to respond, Nick grabbed her firmly, picking her up. She let out a small shriek as he flipped her, and flung her over one of his broad shoulders in a fireman’s hold. She clenched her hands in his black T-shirt and clung to him as though he might drop her. “What are you doing?”
    His voice rumbled. “Going someplace a little more private.”
    “Who do you think you are?” Kate pummeled against his iron muscles with one hand and held on for dear life with the other. “King of the Jungle?”
    He laughed and started walking. “Something like that.”
    From her upside down position, Kate spotted Cheryl who