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out of the bed. The bedroom was her oasis. The calming blues and tans created a peaceful atmosphere. Her father had purchased the condo, but she had chosen the colors and decorated it herself.
    The wood of the bed and the night tables complimented the warm tones of the room to create a perfect hide away. When she didn’t want to watch TV in the living room, the separate seating area in the bedroom made it more than just a place to sleep.
    It was a beautiful sunny day and Sam’s laughter broke into her peaceful oasis. He must be on the phone. So much for a beautiful day, she mumbled as she made her way to the connecting washroom.
    The score was tied. Last night Sam had asserted his authority and she’d missed dinner with Robyn. She drew blood. It wasn’t something she was proud of but he had it coming.
    An apology was in order this morning and she had to find it in herself to give it even if she choked on it. Violence was not in her nature, but the man had a habit of getting her all riled up. He did it on purpose.
    Today was a new day. It was Sam O’Malley’s last day to torment her. She had been ditching bodyguards since the tender age of twelve, and she knew how to handle Sam. Perhaps she should make her apology when she said her goodbyes.
    After a long shower and a tour through her walk-in closet, she found the perfect outfit to begin her torment. It was a one shoulder white dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. When she stepped in high-heeled red sandals she was ready for round two and had no intention of losing.
    She opened her bedroom door and walked out with confidence. Sam was at the counter in the kitchen looking at her laptop. Whatever it was that was on the screen had caught his eyes. The look on his face was intense. He didn’t even know she was standing there watching him, but she noticed him all right. Black T-shirt that hugged his torso, and jeans, even though they weren’t the designer brand name, they put the designer brand name to shame. In his case, it wasn’t the clothes that made the man. It was the man that made the clothes.
    “Are you ready to leave?” She asked annoyed.
    Sam glanced up from the computer as if she appeared out of nowhere and with a deep dark scowl on his face. He gave her a once over and not even so much as a muscle twitch came from him that’s of course if you didn’t count the scowl. Perhaps she should have said good morning first. Her whole ‘getting-even-routine’ thing was wasted on him.
    “Have a look at this. It’s the specs for the hotel I requested. Ralph Hanes, head of security for the hotel sent it to me. I had your meeting moved into one of the smaller boardrooms. Here’s the floor plan.”
    He turned the computer toward her so she could see. His hair was still wet. He smelled of soap and it wasn’t anything she had in her washroom. This was very male, something spicy.
    “Here is where you’ll be.” Sam tapped the screen and it indented slightly. “There is a washroom here, around the corner. There are two entrances into the meeting room. I’ve asked that they lock the second door, which leads out into the main hallway. That leaves only one way in and out. I’ll be stationed here at the entrance. No one gets in or out without my knowing. The only weak area I can see is the washroom. It’s too open, but it won’t be a problem if you inform me of when you need to go. I’ll get a female security guard to accompany you. Hanes arranged it.” He closed the laptop. “Any questions?”
    “I see you’re earning every penny of daddy’s money.” That was hitting below the belt, but why should her heart be the only one racing a mile a minute. All that time she’d spent on her production and he didn’t even bat an eye.
    “At least I’m doing something for it.” Sam left her standing at the counter and headed for his room. “I’ll be ready in a minute.”
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    The woman was going to drive him to drink, Sam thought as he