"Hey, you'd best better take it easy. I don't think you're used to that much action."

"Just take me home! Please…"

Rebecca didn't know what she was going to do. But her mind was too confused and full of embarrassing images for her to reason her problem out. All she wanted to do now was sleep.

But as Nate helped her out to his car, she felt her body respond to his warm embrace. Even with the sexual energy drained from her by his hungry, yearning mouth, she still tingled when he hugged her against him. Then they were in the car and he held her, face and kissed her mouth over and over and over again. He kissed her until her small hands crept up his shoulders and then Rebecca was clinging to him, letting him push his tongue between her teeth. She was ashamed. But she kept kissing him, whimpering from the power this man seemed to have over her.

CHAPTER THREE

"Rebecca! Rebecca, what's wrong with you?"

"I… I'm sick," Rebecca called. She pulled the sheet over her head and wished she were a million miles away. But her aunt pounded on her bedroom door like she was going to break it down.

"Nate Winslow has called twice this morning, asking why you haven't shown up for work. You should have at least called the man and told him if you don't plan to report for your job. What on earth are you thinking about, acting like this?"

Rebecca dragged herself from the bed and went to the door.

"I'll be down in a minute, Aunt Lana."

Rebecca had known all along that she wouldn't be able to wriggle out of her problem by playing possum. She remembered too that Nate Winslow had a picture of her.