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to fill the time?”
    Damn it, how had he gotten into this exchange? Ian locked his jaw, measured his words in his mind, then mentally shrugged. He’d give her some truths and see what she did with them. “You’re here because we’re sexually attracted to each other.”
    He half expected her to deny it, but she only pursed her mouth. “You want me enough to risk alienating this other woman? What if she finds out about this weekend?”
    â€œShe’ll know because I don’t keep secrets.” He lowered his voice to a growled whisper. “And yeah, I want you more than enough.”
    â€œFor a weekend.”
    He couldn’t very well tell her he wanted her for a week, a month, a hundred years. “So what about you? Are you always honest?”
    â€œBrutally.”
    That made him laugh.
    â€œIt’s not funny, Ian. A lot of guys expect women to sugarcoat things, to always cater to their macho egos. But honesty is important to me.”
    â€œYeah?” Damn. What would she think when she found out he’d finagled their weekend from the start?
    â€œIf I don’t like something I’m going to say so, and if a guy can’t take it, tough.”
    â€œI’m not exactly fragile, Erica.”
    â€œNot your body, no. But male egos are far more delicate than—”
    On behalf of males everywhere, he felt he had to interrupt. “You can be as honest with me as you want. Feel free to tell me exactly what pleases you, what you like and don’t like.” She looked skeptical, so he added, “I want to hear it.”
    She gave a sharp nod. “Fine. I don’t want anyone to try to change me. And I definitely don’t want anyone to try to control me.”
    Ian sighed. If he took her words to heart, all of his plans would be wasted. But he didn’t want to change her. He just wanted her to stop trying to be so tough, to accept him and how he made her feel. As to controlling her, well, only in a few sexual situations where he knew she’d enjoy herself.
    He cupped his hand over her shoulder and trailed it down her arm until he could lace his fingers in hers. “Speaking of control . . . I promised you some service, remember?”
    Just that easily, she went breathless. “Of course I remember. It’s . . . it’s our deal.”
    â€œSo you want to soak in the tub while I put away the dishes? When I’m finished I could help you with your bath.”
    A little more color bloomed in her cheeks. Embarrassment, or excitement?
    â€œHelp me how?”
    â€œHowever you want. It’s your show.” He started backing up into the apartment, tugging her along with him. The idea of having his hands on her naked, wet body damn near took his knees out from under him. If there was any justice in the world, he’d have her tonight because waiting any longer than that would be torture. “I’ll wash your back, your feet, your hair.”
    â€œI just washed my hair.”
    Such an inane comment for Erica. He loved it. He loved her. “Then we’ll skip that part. You’re in charge, so what you say goes.”
    They reached his bedroom and Ian opened the closet. “Help yourself to a robe or a shirt or whatever you’ll feel most comfortable in. I’ll get the bath water ready.”
    She stood in the middle of his floor and bit her lip.
    Ian wanted to hold her, to coddle her, to lay her atop the mattress and make slow, heated love to her. But more than that he wanted her trust. “I’ll be right back.”
    He wasn’t gone for more than a minute. Once the temperature of the water was adjusted and the tub began to fill with bubbles, he went back to her. She’d pulled out his old terry cloth robe and had it clutched in her hands.
    â€œErica?”
    â€œHmmm?”
    â€œYou’re not shy about getting naked are you?” He approached her slowly, more because he had to hold himself