Christ, that dream. It even rivaled the one he’d had back in the ninth grade, where he’d fondled Cindy Mason’s DoubleD’s. No DoubleD’s in this one, but a pair of delectable C’s, and a female body with more curves than a lush valley. A hot mouth with an eager tongue. A tight wet pussy—
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
The mortified voice thrust Ben into a fully conscious state. As he quickly collected his bearings, he glanced over and saw that it was all real. There was a gorgeous redhead in bed with him, as naked as he was—and she looked horrified.
“What the fuck…?” He blinked a few times and finally forced his hand to reach for the lamp on the nightstand.
A pale yellow glow fell over the hotel room as he directed his gaze to the stranger next to him. She had green eyes, really nice green eyes, despite the fact that they flickered with deep alarm. Her cheeks were as red as her hair, and when he looked farther south, he saw that a crimson flush had spread over her very perky, very bare breasts.
The redhead caught him staring and let out another yelp, quickly pulling the bedcovers up to her chin to shield her nudity. Her domination of the blanket, however, left him fully exposed and a faint pang of embarrassment tugged at his gut when he noticed he still had the boner of all boners.
What the hell was going on here? He had no clue who this woman was, only that she was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen. Aside from those magnetic emerald eyes and knockout figure, she had high cheekbones, a dainty nose and a sensual mouth that was just a little bit crooked. He liked it, that small imperfection. It made her all the more…real.
He just wished she’d stop biting her bottom lip and wipe that deer-in-headlights expression off her flushed face.
“I’m so sorry,” she said again as she edged toward the side of the bed, still clinging to the blanket. “I must be in the wrong room.”
He opened his mouth to answer, but for some inexplicable reason the power of speech completely eluded him. What the hell was he supposed to say anyway? No problem, thanks for giving me this stiffy?
As he watched her stumble off the bed in her blanket-toga, his confusion gave way to suspicion. Was she really in the wrong room? Sure, the skinny dude downstairs could have screwed up with the keys, but how likely was that? A much likelier possibility would be that this redhead was…damn it, was she press? Had she purposely snuck into his room and tried to seduce him in hopes of getting a juicy story to sell to the tabloids?
Oh shit.
Ben scrambled to cover himself with one of the flat pillows on the bed, then narrowed his eyes as the redhead scurried around the room, collecting items of clothing.
“Who are you?” he demanded in a tone that said he meant business.
She faltered for a moment, a black T-shirt clutched between her fingers. “What?”
“Are you a reporter?”
“Why would I be a reporter?” She appeared frazzled as she stared at the shirt in her hands and then shot him a pleading look. “Could you…could you just close your eyes for a minute while I get dressed?”
Oh, so now she was all prim and modest? She sure hadn’t been that way when she was stroking his dick.
Deciding he was entitled to a little peek, he pretended to close his eyes while watching her through slitted eyelids. He got an out-of-focus glimpse of her scrambling to hook up her bra and his cock twitched with disappointment when her full breasts were finally covered. Would asking her to come back to bed be inappropriate?
Probably.
“Okay. I’m dressed.”
Yes, she was. But the tight T-shirt and short denim skirt that did amazing things to her legs only confirmed she looked just as good clothed as she did naked.
“I’m mortified,” she murmured. Then, looking as if she was offering a scrap of meat to a feral lion, she stepped forward and handed him the blanket.
He took the flowery material and draped it over himself as she continued to ramble on. “I was supposed to meet…a guy. He said this was his room number and I…I guess I got it wrong. I…” She began to stutter, “I don’t usually break into strangers’ hotel rooms, I promise. I just…” She finally drifted off, her cheeks growing redder by the second.
Strangers?
The word hung in the air, bringing with it another hefty dose of confusion. She didn’t recognize him?
She actually didn’t recognize him?
He wasn’t conceited enough to think that all the women on the planet knew who he was, but his face had been splashed on every entertainment show in the country for weeks now. Even the elderly couple who did his dry-cleaning had heard of him, and they hadn’t been to the movies since the fifties.
“I’m just going to leave now, okay?” she continued, jarring him from his thoughts. “I…I can’t apologize enough for…this.”