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for her dedication, but felt she was missing something important: a social life.
    Once again, he recalled the photo shoot. Fancy's momentary interest until Regina's snarkiness shot her down. The cruel statement must have stung, but Fancy appeared resilient enough earlier, not mentioning the event and even sharing a few laughs with him. He gave her credit for guts and the ability to put things behind her, at least for now.
    "There you are." Jennifer, one of the models from his photo shoot, sauntered up. "I've been looking for you."
    He'd been with her before, would be again except the sight of her didn't spark the least bit of interest. "Why?"
    She ran her index finger from his chest up to his lips. "Having you touch me in front of the others today left me hot and bothered. I couldn't wait for tonight."
    "Jennifer…"
    She shushed him with her finger. "I can be Little Red Riding to your big bad wolf."
    Any other time, those words would send a spark of heat straight to his groin. Now, they simply came across as corny and unflattering. "No thanks."
    "What?" Her mouth dropped open.
    "I'm sorry, Jennifer. I have other plans for tonight." Without bothering to explain, he strode across the room and straight out the door. Screw the party and the rest of the evening. He wasn't likely to recognize his target this night, and if another woman threw herself at him, he might just snap.
    Stepping into the hallway, he sucked in a deep breath and checked his watch. Nine pm. Early for a convention night. Punching the elevator button, he debated what to do next.
    A sudden thought hit. With renewed energy, he hurried down the hall, found Fancy's door, and knocked.
    The door opened to find Fancy in two-piece black silky pajamas, her hair hanging loose, and face devoid of makeup. His manhood jumped at the sight. "There's a wolf at your door."
    She blinked up at him, the corner of her mouth hitching upward. "So it seems. Are you here to eat me?"
    He grinned at the double innuendo. "Do you want to be eaten?"
    Fancy blushed, the pinkness only adding to her natural beauty. "Umm. Probably not. Come on in. No sense in standing out in the hallway."
    He followed her in, automatically shutting the door behind him and recognizing a mirror image of his own room. One large bed, small table, with a wooden chair. Not much in the way of luxury, but the basics were covered.
    She tilted her head. "I thought you would be at the party tonight."
    "I was. It… left a lot to be desired." Boy, was that the truth. Relief washed over him as soon as he escaped the frenzy.
    "I'm sorry." The soft words carried sincerity.
    "Thanks." He shifted his weight from one foot to the next and stared down into Fancy's hazel eyes. "I thought, if you weren't doing anything, we could hang out together."
    Surprise crossed her face, soon replaced by a quick smile. "I'd like that." She glanced down, then winced. "Although I'm not dressed for going out on the town."
    "Then let's stay here."
    "And do what?"
    He shrugged. "Talk. Watch television." A book on the small bedside table caught his attention. "Read."
    She followed his gaze, her mouth fell open, then she blinked up at him. "Read?"
    He grinned, thrilled she hadn't already kicked him to the curb. "It's a romance novel, right?"
    "Umm… yeah."
    "I've been told they're great. So let's find out." He waggled his eyebrows, throwing out a subtle challenge.
    "Just reading?"
    Mitch nodded. "Yep. Unless we get bored and go for watching TV."
    She seemed to ponder his offer for a moment before grinning. "Okay."
    "Great." Striding across the room, he grabbed the book, plopped down on the queen-sized bed, resting his upper body against the headboard. Once settled, he patted the spot next to him. "Come on. We'll take turns reading."
    Fancy sat down facing him, folded a leg under, and waited. "Are we starting from the beginning?"
    He found her bookmark and opened the paperback to the place where she left off. "Nah. You'd be bored. Besides, you can