after her. He should have had more sense but things had gotten way out of hand before he even realized it. By the time he reached her room, he heard the shower going in her bathroom. He guessed what her plan was and the fact that she was so quick to want to wash away his touch irritated him. She hadn’t put the doors back on any of their hinges yet so it took only moments to get to her bathroom. “Asshole!” he heard the damn bird yell from behind him. Little fucker was actually right for once – he was an asshole. No woman deserved the shit he’d just pulled on Mia. He’d prepared himself for the sight of her stripping in preparation for her shower but to his surprise he found her staring at herself in the mirror, her fingers trailing gently over her lips – her puffy, well-kissed lips. If it hadn’t been for the tears slipping down her cheeks, he would have been pleased with himself for the look of wonderment in her features. But there were tears and even though she looked awe-struck, she looked hurt as well. Which was a brutal reminder that no matter what, she really was an innocent. Even if she’d had a plan to worm her way into his life for his money, it was clear that the orgasm she’d just experienced was her first. Her eyes caught his in the mirror and she dropped her hand. But she didn’t rail at him like he expected. It was far worse when she simply asked, “Why?” “I was trying to make a point,” he said lamely. “It went too far. I’m sorry.” “You did this because I said you have so much to offer?” she asked in confusion. “Look, the proposal I made to help you start over with your own place and school was legit but that’s as far as it goes. I’d only give you enough to get on your feet.” Mia shook her head, a genuinely confused look crossing her features. “This was some kind of lesson?” she managed to get out. “Because you think I want your money?” He didn’t answer which was answer enough because her tears stopped and she suddenly pushed past him. She disappeared into the closet and within a minute she was back out, the ugly yellow dress back on her gaunt frame. God, he had really hoped she had burned that dress. It wasn’t until she was out of the room that it registered what the dress meant and he hurried after her. “Are we really doing this again?” he yelled as she ran down the stairs. He managed to reach her before she was able to open the door and he kept his hand pinned on the heavy wood to keep it closed. She yelled in frustration and then turned on him like he would have expected. But she stilled almost as quickly in his grip and his shameful body reacted once again to having her in such close proximity. “I don’t give a crap about your money,” she snapped. “I thought you were a good, decent guy who deserved to have someone in his life besides just his dogs,” she muttered. He searched her features for deception but there was no hint of it. Elise had been a good liar too, he reminded himself. But it was pathetic because he really wanted to believe her. That was just his dick talking, he convinced himself. His still hard dick. But if he let her go, she’d take off and he couldn’t allow that. So he settled for just enough of the truth. “You hit a nerve,” he admitted. There was no change in her demeanor but he supposed the fact that she was still standing there was a good sign. “I haven’t exactly been successful in my past relationships. Most of them turned about to be less about wanting me and more about wanting what I had to offer,” he explained. Her eyes widened at his deliberate use of the word “offer.” Just to make sure she really got it he said, “The last one took a lot more from me than all the rest...a hell of a lot more.” He could see she wanted to ask the obvious question about what had been taken but he was glad when she didn’t. Not that he would have told her. He realized he was still holding on to her and