They stepped into the elevator and she hit the lobby floor, which was the only option. She leaned on the wall and faced him. He leaned on the wall and faced her. Neither of them spoke as the elevator creaked upward, but the sexual tension between them blistered the walls. She sucked in a breath as if the heat was too much to handle and cut her gaze. Whatever her motivations for sleeping with him in Denver, whatever his for that matter, they’d wanted each other and they still did.

The doors opened and she glanced back at him, pausing as if she knew they were headed to bedroom bliss, and there was no return once they were alone. She was right. She exited with him at her heels and into the typical upscale hotel lobby, including random seating and lots of tile and chandeliers. At the check-in desk, Blake gave his name and waited until the attendant slid a key toward him.

Blake slid it back. “Change my room.”

The fifty-something male frowned and Blake could feel Kara staring at him. “Is there something wrong with the room?” the man asked. “Or…you haven’t seen the room.”

Blake looked at the number on the envelope. “Superstitious. I hate the number 260 and the entire second floor. I need another floor and room.”

A few minutes later they headed to the final bank of elevators and the seventh floor, where a family of four joined them. They exited at the seventh floor and she motioned to the right. “Lucky 711 is this way.”

He smirked and fell into step with her down the hallway. “I prefer to ensure my privacy.”

“He didn’t have the room bugged,” she commented. “I made the reservation and he never asked me the details.”

They stopped at the door and he swiped the card. “Since I know you don’t want this conversation overheard any more than I do, I believe you.” He shoved open the door and grabbed her purse.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, holding onto it.

“This isn’t déjà vu, sweetheart. I won’t be having any toxic surprises tonight.”

She glared at him. “I don’t—”

“I’ll be finding out for myself.”

She wet those lips he was thinking about licking, His cock jerked, blood running hot. She was killing him, and not softly.

“I guess I would feel the same way,” she admitted finally.

“I guess you would.” He glanced down at her hand still holding the purse.

She hesitated a moment but let it go before entering the room. His blood ran hot. Kara, alone in a hotel room. He wasn’t complaining. It wasn’t déjà vu. It was “take two” and one hundred percent on his terms.

Chapter Five

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