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nice meeting you,” she said, and he almost believed her.
    “What are you doing in Las Vegas over Valentine’s, Samantha Hart?”
    “I…” She stared at her suitcase. “I was supposed to come in March for an independent booksellers convention, but my travel agent made a mistake. By the time we figured it out, the tickets were nonrefundable, and…here I am.”
    “By yourself?”
    Samantha shrugged. “No big deal.”
    She didn’t strike him as the kind of girl who really thought it was no big deal to be alone at a nice hotel on V-Day. He said, “Maybe I could—”
    A knock at the door interrupted him, and Samantha looked relieved for the rescue. Saved by the bellhop. “Sorry again about the mix-up.” She offered him a polite smile then disappeared into the hall.
    “Hey, Sam?” he called, having had his last attempt cut off.
    She returned to the room, nervous curiosity apparent in her features. “Yeah?”
    “Maybe I could take you out, show you around town?”
    She blushed. “That’s a nice offer, but I think I’ll pass. I’m just going to hang around the hotel mostly anyway.”
    It was flimsy as excuses went, and Ethan was nothing if not persistent. When Sam left the suite, she might have assumed that was the last she’d see of him, but he had other plans in mind.

Chapter Four
    Finally.
    Sam flopped onto her mattress, sinking into the thick, cozy embrace of the down comforter. A bottle of champagne on ice had greeted her in the room, a nice apology from the hotel for their part in the mix-up. She’d enjoy it later with a bubble bath, but for now she just wanted to sleep .
    Maybe when she woke up her whole encounter with Ethan Silver would prove to be nothing more than a weird pseudo-sexual dream. Of course, only Sam could have sex dreams without any actual sex in them. Just prowling, leather-clad hotties who ate women out for a living.
    She shivered, remembering the silky quality his voice had when he talked about how much he loved sex. Sam liked it as much as the next girl, but she hadn’t had any in six months, not since her breakup with Boring Kyle. Perhaps her brain was messing with her now, offering up an imaginary plaything she couldn’t possibly touch.
    Could she?
    No.
    She scolded herself. Of course she couldn’t start anything with Ethan. It wasn’t going to happen. He was a porn star, for crying out loud. What would she tell the girls at home?
    What happens in Vegas…
    A squirmy, uneasy feeling writhed in Sam’s belly. Part of her wanted to go back upstairs to Ethan’s room and ask him to whip it out, take her right there on the leather couch. That stupid bed was out of the question.
    “What is wrong with me?” she asked herself.
    Twenty minutes alone with a man and she was thinking about all the filthy things he could do to her. There were probably things he could do she’d never heard of.
    No. Nope. Not going there, not ever.
    Besides, she’d been the textbook definition of awkward, acting nervous and puritanical the entire time she’d spent with him. It didn’t help that her queasiness from the shuttle had stuck around, making her nose wrinkle up from nausea at the most inopportune moments. There was no way he would want to see her again. In all likelihood he’d forgotten her the second she walked out the door. She knew what porn actresses looked like, and if that was the norm for him, there wasn’t a chance in hell she could meet his expectations.
    She wasn’t double jointed, she only had a B cup and she could count on one hand the number of blowjobs she’d given in her life. Sam wasn’t a porn star’s wet dream.
    She was plain-Jane Samantha Hart from Oregon, small bookstore owner, spinster in training.
    Sam sighed and raised her face from the duvet, eyeing the champagne. Perhaps a boozy bath then a nap might be the best course of action. She certainly slept better when she’d been drinking, and nothing made her sleepier than champagne.
    Wandering into the bathroom, she