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when his phone had been going off and hers wasn’t getting a good mountain signal. He was so frustrated, the last thing he wanted was to make her feel second to anybody in that moment. “As much as I don’t want you to, you have to get that. It could be the studio.” He rolled off her and grabbed his phone, checking his text messages. “It’s Meagan. She wants us to meet her for drinks after all.”
    Darla scrabbled for the nightstand. Blake turned to find her grabbing the phone and giving him an alluring view of her creamy white backside. The one he’d had pressing into his palms a few minutes ago. The one he had a feeling wasn’t going to be pressed into his palms again tonight.
    “Yes, hi, Meagan,” Darla said, sitting up and looking over her shoulder at him. “I’m not sure about Blake. His phone must be having signal issues, too.” She frowned. “I’ll go knock on his door. Sure. Yes. I’ll meet you in twenty minutes.” She hung up the phone. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
    Blake grabbed her and pulled her back into his arms. Damn, she felt good, and he didn’t want to let her go. “And I can’t believe I had you naked and never even managed to get my pants off. You’re going to regret this as soon as we leave this room, aren’t you?”
    “Of course I am,” she said, her words giving him an unexpected jab in his chest until she added, “What kind of woman can’t get a man’s pants off?” She pressed her lips to his. “And now I’m going to be thinking of how to do it the entire time we’re with Meagan.”
    “And even if I buy that, which I don’t, I know where this is headed. Our one night just ended.”
    “Well,” she said, barely giving him a pebble of hope. “It could be fast and everyone says good-night.”
    “More likely,” he said unhappily, “it’ll stretch into hours when everyone should be in bed resting. Except you. You should be in bed with me.”
    She laughed. “That was my plan, in case you hadn’t noticed.” She ran her fingers over his jaw. “Thank you for making sure I didn’t miss that call when you could have easily distracted me from it.”
    He drew her fingers to his lips. “I better leave or I won’t let you get dressed.” He started to get up.
    “Wait.” She grabbed his arm. “What if you’re seen leaving my room? Sounds like there’s show personnel already going. We’re competitors, Blake. If my station finds out that we, ah… Well, it could jeopardize my show. The studio might think I have your interests, not theirs, in mind.”
    “Things would have to go horribly bad for you in all kinds of nearly impossible ways for that to happen, and they won’t.” She started to object and he held up a hand. “But I understand you’re worried and I’ll be discreet. Complain about your phone service and tell everyone I stopped by to make sure Meagan was able to reach you. That way, if anyone sees me leave, you have an explanation.”
    “Right,” she said. “Good thinking.”
    He glanced down at her bare breasts and back up. “I wasn’t kidding about not letting you get dressed.”
    She tugged up the comforter and slid underneath, then smiled. “Go, before I don’t let you, and that would be very bad.”
    “Or very good, depending on how you look at it.” She started to object and he leaned in and kissed her. “I’m leaving.”
    He pushed to his feet and searched for his shirt, finding it in the hallway. He tugged it over his head and quickly put on his boots before hesitating at the door. He didn’t want to leave and that said a lot, when he normally couldn’t run from a woman’s door fast enough. Of course, they’d had a premature finish, but still…he wasn’t ready to walk away from Darla. Not until he understood what she was doing to him. He resisted the urge to back up and tell her exactly that, or at least frame a plan to end up here after tonight. Dang it, Darla was making him feel every bit the primal man. Some part