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“Something wrong?” His deep voice resonated even sexier with the acoustics inside the elevator and she wanted to curse him for it.

“No.” She shook her head but kept her eyes forward. “Nothing’s wrong.”

Other than the fact I haven’t had sex in six years and could probably reach orgasm by rubbing up against you a few times. Oh, and that the idea is growing more tempting by the minute.

He touched her shoulder, and an electrical current shot all the way to her toes. He turned her toward him. Heavy brow knitted, he scanned her with concerned grayish-blue eyes.

“You’re sure you’re all right? Your face is quite flushed.”

You don’t say? You should feel how hot a few other places are. Fiona arched an eyebrow, then quickly jerked it back down.

“I’m fine,” she insisted. “It’s probably a combination of these wet clothes and the change in temperature from outside to inside. Once I’m out of my clothes and into yours, I’ll be as good as new.”

Arching an eyebrow, he sent her a look so smoldering, steam should have been rising from her collar. Suddenly realizing what she’d said, her eyes widened.

“Um…n—not the…not the clothes you’re wearing.” Her face burned. “Other clothes. The ones you were going to lend me.”

“Of course.”