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that stupid contract,
that I was his lover, not his freaking courtesan. But maybe it was good that
he’d reminded me.
    This is just sex, Star. No hearts involved.
    “Go take a shower”—he smacked my bottom—“and when you come
back, we will go for a walk. But first, I have a surprise for you.”
    “A surprise?” I tried to infuse my voice with enthusiasm.
“Does it involve clothes?” Because otherwise I was going to have to wear the
shirt and skirt I’d arrived in, and as far as I was concerned, I’d like to burn
the whole outfit.
    “No guessing. Go take your shower.”
    I nodded and headed for the bathroom, but when I was alone
in the shower, I leaned against the wall and dragged in a breath.
    It’s just sex, Star.
    For a long minute, I let the hot water pour over me. Then I
straightened and finished washing before wrapping myself in one of the fluffy
white towels. As I left the bathroom, Remy entered the hall, dressed in black
jeans and a silver shirt that set off his eyes. He looked rich, sexy and
impossibly beautiful.
    Then he grinned and my chest clenched. Lord, I was in
deep shit.
    “Ready for your surprise?”
    I summoned up a smile. I’d die if he guessed I was halfway
in love with him. “I am.”
    And I was kind of excited. Malik and a couple of
flunkies had arrived earlier in the day with a pile of mysterious packages.
    “ Et voilà .” Remy opened the closet door with a
flourish.
    I blinked. I’d expected him to be generous, but the closet
was stuffed with more clothes than I could wear in a year: soft sweaters, all
kinds of shirts, skinny jeans, and assorted other pants, skirts and dresses.
All in my favorite colors: vivid golds and greens and reds and pinks, along
with some black for contrast.
    “How did you know my size?” I fingered a sleeveless black
lace dress. Somehow I knew it would fit like it had been sewn just for me.
    “I have an eye for a woman’s body,” he said with typical
Remy arrogance. “You are happy?”
    “Oh, yes. It’s too much, but they’re beautiful.”
    He smiled and handed me a shopping bag labeled with the name
of a sexy lingerie store. “You’ll need this, too.”
    Inside were a dozen sets of bra and panties along with
several tiny nightgowns. “Wow.” I scooped up a handful of the gauzy little
nothings and let them trail through my fingers. “I feel like effing
Cinderella.”
    Remy gave a bark of laughter and, taking the shopping bag
from me, set it on the floor and then dragged me close to kiss my still-open lips.
“Such a mouth you have. But I promised I would supply your needs, and I’m a man
of my word.”
    He released me and took a copper satin bra-and-panty set
from the bag. “Wear this.”
    I rubbed the silky material between my fingertips. I suppose
I should’ve felt as if I were being bought—and I did, a little—but the man
clearly had money to spare.
    I glanced at Remy. His gaze flickered a hot blue. My inner
thighs clenched. I’d learned what that look meant.
    I might be Cinderella, but he was no Prince Charming. No, he
was more like the wolf.
    I turned toward the bathroom, but he shook his head. “ Non .
Here, where I can see.”
    He propped himself against a wall and crossed his arms,
watching as I removed the towel and tossed it into the bathroom. The only light
in the hall came from the bedroom a few feet away so that except for those hot
eyes, he seemed to disappear into the shadows.
    I unclasped the bra, conscious of his gaze. My face heated,
but so did my lower belly.
    I decided to put the panties on first. I hung the bra over
the nearest doorknob and stepped into them, feeling awkward and
self-conscious—but excited, too.
    I glanced at Remy. He’d banked the heat so that his
expression was cool, but his cock was straining at his jeans.
    And suddenly I didn’t feel awkward at all. Instead, I felt strong,
powerful. Sexy.
    “That’s it,” he husked. “Put them on. For me.”
    I eased the panties the rest of the way on