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he was pretty sure there was no bra considering her nipples were pressing against the cotton.
    “I’ve had a really bad day, so if you want to dine with me, can we just do room service?”
    “Room service is fine.”
    Actually, spending an intimate evening in her suite, on her playing field, was perfect. Being in her own atmosphere would make her more relaxed, more open to share. He hoped.
    Because he couldn’t go another moment without touching her, he placed a hand on her bare thigh. “What do you want?”
    She swallowed, her gaze darted down to his lips. “Anything. I’m starving.”
    That made two of them.
    “I didn’t realize how much I missed seeing you until I was gone,” he told her. And much to his surprise, he wasn’t lying.
    Her hands came up to frame his face, and he was completely lost. Her soft touch aroused him, her trust humbled him, and Brady knew—just knew—he was going to hell for sure.

Ten
    B efore he could say another word, she pulled him in, capturing his mouth.
    Dear Lord, this woman knew what she wanted. Talk about a complete turn-on.
    Her lips prodded his until he opened, allowing her tongue access. She tasted minty and cool as if she’d just brushed her teeth.
    He ran his hands up her dainty, bare arms, easing down the straps of her tank. With just the tips of his fingers, he glided over the smooth slopes of her breasts, pleased when she arched into him.
    Dipping his hands inside the shirt, he grabbedher bare breasts. Sliding his thumbs over her nipples proved to be satisfying for both of them, as they let out dueling groans.
    Her hands slid down to his shoulders where she held on tight. Brady wanted more. He left her mouth to trail open-mouth kisses down her neck, across her collarbone.
    Sam let out a moan when he moved his mouth lower.
    He plucked a nipple into his mouth. Just as Sam let out another groan, the suite phone rang, the piercing sound cutting through the heavy breathing.
    “I have a machine,” she panted.
    After the third ring, the machine picked up and Sam’s soothing voice filtered through the air, asking the caller to leave a message.
    “Samantha—” Her father’s voice boomed through the room, and she all but froze in his arms. “Call me immediately. I’d better hear from you within the hour.”
    Rage filled him, but he suppressed the urge to curse. Did the old man have to ruin everything?
    Sam pulled back, adjusted her tank and glanced up at him. “I’m sorry. That’s my father.”
    Brady had to smile, he couldn’t let her know healready knew the voice of the devil. “Go call him. It sounds urgent.”
    “Everything’s urgent with him, except what’s important.”
    She went into her room, closed the door and left Brady wondering what she meant. Stanley was definitely a bastard, but to his own daughter? He’d suspected so before, but he’d heard the gruffness, the irritation in the old man’s voice.
    A part of Brady felt sorry for Sam, but the other part of him knew he couldn’t get emotionally involved. He had to gain back this resort for his own father’s sake.
    Lani Kaimana held a special place in his heart and he wouldn’t let it go, no matter what blue-eyed beauty crossed his path.
    But the way she’d melted into his touch had him wondering what if. If they’d met in San Francisco at his office, would they have become lovers on their own without his driving force pulling them together?
    Yeah. No way would he have let Samantha go without trying—at the very least—to date her.
    But right now he had access to all the ammunition he needed to destroy Stanley Donovan. While “helping” Sam, he would have her permission to look into files no enemy should see.
    After several minutes of waiting, Brady picked up the phone in the living room and ordered room service. Some strawberries, finger sandwiches, wine. He didn’t want anything major and he wanted things he could feed to Sam.
    He needed to get back to the seduction he had going before