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only five hundred a week?”
    She shrugged. “Much less hours involved.
Would you rather I ask for more?”
    He shook his head. “No, I’ll pay you what
you asked for.” He stood and held out his right hand. “A gentlemen’s agreement?”
    “An officer and a gentleman’s agreement.”
She stood and shook his hand, forcing herself not to react to the sensual tug
pulling her towards him.
    “Good.” He dropped her hand and started
unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m going to shower before bed. Do you need the
bathroom before me?”
    “N-no. Thanks.” She tore her eyes away
from his bared chest with his well-developed pecs and washboard abs. Was he
tempting her on purpose, or did he really not see the effect he had on her?
“I-I’ll use it when you’re finished.”
    As he left the room, she lingered over
mental images of his naked body under the jets of the shower, the water
sluicing over his defined muscles and down through the dark hair between his
legs. Her stomach flip-flopped and her knees grew weak as she imagined the bar
of soap in his hand sliding over all that hot skin. Oh, how she’d like to kneel
before him and—
    She really had to let go of some of these
pent up feelings, or her body would go into meltdown. Taking a deep breath, she
pictured herself landing her bird in Siberia in the dead of winter—snow,
ice, and below freezing temps—to cool herself down.
    When she heard the bathroom door shut
firmly behind Evan, she went into the bedroom to find something to wear after
her shower. Glancing around for her suitcase, she found it sitting empty on the
floor of the closet underneath her neatly hung clothes. One of the staff must
have unpacked for her while she was at dinner, which made her feel weird that
someone had touched her personal things. She wasn’t used to having staff or
servants or whatever the rich called the people who worked in their households.
    She went to the dresser and opened the
drawers, looking for a T-shirt and a pair of comfy shorts. She had to have
packed something she could wear to bed. Something, of course, other than the
satin and lace nightgown she’d bought during her shopping spree this morning.
    She’d been so caught up in the fairytale
of buying a weekend wardrobe fit for a billionaire’s girlfriend, she’d picked
out a sexy negligee, never thinking she’d actually be wearing it in the same
room with Evan. In her mind, a platonic agreement had meant separate bedrooms,
but that clearly hadn’t worked out for her.
    She shoved her hands through the drawer
of panties and bras, searching with growing despair for something asexual.
    “Did you lose something?” Evan asked,
coming out of the bathroom behind her.
    “My pajamas,” she said without turning
around.
    “Is this what you’re looking for?”
    She could hear the self-satisfied smile
in his tone and knew what she’d find in his hand. Slowly, she turned to face
him.
    He held up the satin slip negligee on the
padded hanger that had come with it from the store. “The maid must have hung it
in the bathroom for you.” His smile widened. “I can’t wait to see you in this.”
    As far as sleepwear went, it wasn’t too
terribly revealing. The hem would fall to her mid-thigh and the top covered her
breasts, but the black lace trim and orchid purple satin seemed to scream “sexy
rendezvous imminent”.
    “Yes, that’s my nightgown. Thank you.”
She reached to take it from him, ignoring his comment about seeing her in it.
If she could manage it, the lights would be out when she came back into the
bedroom. “Are you done in the bathroom?”
    “All finished.” He held his hands out to
his sides, and she realized he was only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs.
His bare chest still looked damp from his shower, and his dark hair was slicked
back off his forehead. Feminine appreciation stirred in her gut.
    “Great. Thanks. I’ll be out in a few.”
She refused to lower her gaze as she sped past him. She would not