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million. You didn’t know? I’ll cook us some dinner tonight. Just let me know about the time you get off, okay?”
    “You really don’t want to go shopping?”
    “I’m just too tired, Joel. I haven’t been to sleep yet.”
    “You stayed up all this time?” he asked, and she could see the surprise on his face.
    “I really like your collection,” she mumbled, dropping her head in embarrassment.
    His fingers under her chin and forced her gaze back to his. He lifted slightly, and she met him in the middle, their lips touching for a gentle kiss. The desire was there, but the kiss was different. It didn’t overwhelm her. It warmed her. His lips glided softly against hers, and she opened her mouth on a sigh. His tongue slid in smoothly and dueled with hers. He pulled her tighter to him and deepened the kiss. When she gripped his shoulders, he nipped at her bottom lip and broke the kiss.
    “I’ll send a designer here then. Just stay up long enough for her to get your measurements, and then you can go to bed. I’ll have her deliver the clothing to you later this afternoon so you won’t be disturbed. The doorman can bring the things in. I get off about six. There is nothing too pressing to do today.”
    He sat up, cradling her in his lap. She watched the muscles of his chest and abs work as he moved. Her mouth went dry. The man had to spend time in a gym. Someone didn’t get that build naturally. She stroked her hands over his chest, relishing the freedom to touch him. He sat back and let her, his cock hardening under her bottom. She turned on his lap, straddling so she could get closer. She didn’t rush as she touched him. He watched her with a heavy-lidded gaze, and her heart twisted in her chest. Thirty days. All she had with him was thirty days. She had to remember that. But for now, right now, she just wanted him.
    So she let him push his pajama bottoms down, lift her and angle his cock to slide into her pussy. When she sank down on him, she bit her lip, determined that this time she would keep her cool. This time she would ride the wave, but wouldn’t get lost in it. This time she would guard her heart.

Chapter Eleven
    The designer came and left in record time. The thin, wiry woman with her graying hair pinned back in a neat bun had asked her what her likes were, what style she wanted. In going with her change of heart to dress better, Sam showed her clothes from the night before, and told her about the conservative day wear she needed for her job, and the nighttime wear she wanted. The woman listened intently, but ignored some of the color suggestions. Sam learned that her idea of what colors looked good on her didn’t completely coincide with the designer’s. Knowing she didn’t know everything about fashion, she bowed to the woman’s knowledge and was promised her things would be delivered later that afternoon. When she told the woman not to make the things too expensive, she was told that Mr. Anderson had directed her to dress her in the finest, and that was exactly what she was going to get. So chastised, Sam let the woman leave and went looking for something to make for dinner.
    She took out a pork roast, then looked for a Crock-Pot and ingredients. After finding them all easily, she set the roast to slow cook for eight hours after seasoning it well and pouring some broth into the pot. That done, she went toward the bedroom. She’d make the sides for dinner when Joel was closer to coming home. If everything was right, it would be ready not too long after he got there. He’d have enough time to get changed and settled before she served the food. For now she’d get some rest so she’d be ready to see her man for the night.
    Wait, my man?
    “You’re losing it, Sam. He’s not yours. He’s just a man paying for your company. Don’t get lost in what’s going on around you,” she scolded herself. He wasn’t hers. She wasn’t some girlfriend waiting at home for her live-in lover to return. She