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hard-on go away.
    Could it have been only a dream? Being able to remember bits pieces of things that happened while sleeping was both a blessing and curse. He knew he must have had a conversation with someone in the hall. Someone he thought was Angie. Someone he touched intimately. He knew this because his hands smelled of sweet feminine sunshine. God, he hoped it was Angie he had just fondled, because if it weren’t, he’d probably be arrested by morning. But even if it had been Angie, he couldn’t decide if he ever wanted to see the woman again.
    He opened his eyes and stepped into the bathroom. Might as well shower and get ready for the day. Maybe it had been her, and maybe she’d thought whatever he had done to her was the hottest experience of her life.
    Right.
    Then again, maybe he hadn’t really been sleepwalking. Yeah, double right. Sleepwalking was something he did almost all the time. As a kid, it had only been when he’d been really scared or upset. He’d been terrified to go to college, and for the first three day’s he hadn’t slept. Then he tried sleeping during the day, but that hadn’t worked either. He’d gone home after the first semester.
    The nice things about hotels, they didn’t seem to run out of hot water. When he got out, his skin looked as if he’d aged about a hundred years. He opened his kit, pulled out his electric shaver, then stared at his distorted reflection in the fogged mirror.
    He finished shaving, and dressed in his white shirt, bold blue tie, and boring grey slacks. Well, they were designer, and he did look damn good in them. Pulling his belt though the pant loops he wondered if he should tap on Angie’s door and ask her if he’d been in the hallway and if they just happened to have a bizarre encounter of the sleeping kind.
    He chuckled. One woman he’d dated for a bit thought his sleepwalking was cute, until he managed to climb in bed with her twin sister. Well, they were identical. He had told her he shouldn’t spend the night, but she insisted. In the end, she’d been worried he’d do something crazy, like fuck her sister and not know the difference.
    He snatched his wallet, shoved it in his back pocket, and pulled open the door. First, he smelled her. That sweet intoxicating aroma that sent a hot shiver down his spine. Then he heard her charming voice. It rolled around in his brain like hot honey poured over a warm biscuit. Something twitched south of the border. Time to close the door.
    “Wait!” she yelled. “I need to talk to you.” She scurried down the hallway in her sexy bare-feet with pink toenail polish. She wore a couple of toe rings on her right foot. He could easily envision himself sucking on that toe, pulling the toe ring off with his teeth.
    He gave himself a good mental slap. That kind of thinking was only going to get him in trouble.
    “Me?” He blinked, feeling the butterflies flap to his throat. “I’ve got a workshop to run.”
    “And you’ve got an appointment with me at ten sharp, don’t you dare be late.”
    Appointment? Awe, fuck me. “Look, about last night--”
    “Yeah. That was wicked, and I’d love to return the favor, but this is business.” She pulled out some papers from her file that she seemed to always have with her. “Here’s some info I need you to read about the company and what I expect from you. The owner of the company I’m shooting the ad for will be there so if you mention something about how much you love their clothing or something, it will make me look good since he’s expecting someone else to be the model.”
    “Listen, I need to talk to you about last night. I was a little… off.”
    “Off? I think not. I’d say you hit the bulls-eye.” She lifted her gaze and met his stare. “You might have been a little drunk, but that’s okay.”
    “I wasn’t drunk.” He swallowed. “And I think I need to--”
    She patted his chest with her warm hand. “No way, hot stuff. Not after last night. See you at