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her dress. The person undressing her would have caught sight of her near naked body.
    Her bra was flung on the floor by the side of the bed giving greater cause for concern. Had anything happened between the two that wasn’t honorable and decent? Preparing to deal with Oscar, the doorbell rang. Getting her bearings to navigate towards the door, Katy heard it open and the low tones of Oscar’s voice. There was the clattering of a trolley wheeled in. Bed hair and half-naked in a man’s t-shirt was not how she wanted to bid good morning to Oscar or the hotel staff.
    Racing to the bed, she hurdled the frame to hide under the covers. Mistimed, her toe caught on the end of the bed. Crashing face first on the mattress heavily, Katy remained frozen.
          Guiding room service to the terrace with the breakfast he’d rung downstairs for, Oscar was shocked to see Katy on all fours, face down on the bed. Shirt around her waist, Katy exposed a pair of peachy buttocks in French knickers on full show for the brigade of passing staff. Running to her aid would be unwelcome. Apologizing to the staff would draw attention to the bedroom calamity.
          Twice in twelve hours this beguiling creature had him bewildered and out of his depth socially as how to behave in the bizarre spectacles she created. Whisking her home from the club last night had been daunting enough. Responsibility pervading over general practice of escorting her directly home. The clash of breakfast and a bare bum was too much for the usually unruffled Oscar to contend with.
    Breakfast laid on an outdoor table on the terrace overlooking Central Park, Oscar led the undersized parade of staff out. Tipping them on exit he paid no reference to Katy on his bed. Counting slowly to ten he reentered.
    ‘Are you hurt or trying to seduce me?’ he called, closing the front door.
    The ice breaker was a relief and drained the awkwardness from Oscar’s reappearance. Standing on the bed, Katy braced herself to deal with the smirking billionaire as he prowled in.
    ‘How did I come to be wearing this shirt?’ she demanded, as he poked his head round from the corridor.
    ‘I sacrificed a night’s sleep by taking the couch in order that you had a bed to yourself. Please do not bring into question my integrity when it comes to a woman who literally threw herself at my feet.’
    ‘I passed out.’
    ‘That’s your story!’
    ‘Are you implying I faked it?’ snapped Katy.
    ‘Come down,’ he said, offering a hand for her to take.
          Oscar’s physical presence filled the room. His biceps bulged under his tight white t-shirt, the clingy material showing off a flat stomach. The gray jogging bottoms hung low on his hips. Even loose, they were unable to disguise the bulging package underneath. He wasn’t only handsome and dashing, but completely ripped in terms of his buff body.
    Stepping down from the bed she was greeted by floor to ceiling windows overlooking Central Park. Gasping at the incredible view, they were so high up the people were the size of ants. The sight sucked the aggression she’d intended to use as a mask for embarrassment from her. Oscar found himself not letting go of Katy’s hand, taking her to the open door leading to the terrace with a table and chairs set up for the breakfast spread.
    ‘You hungry?’ he asked.
    ‘Am I ever!’
    Releasing her hand, he returned seconds later with a complimentary bath robe to allow her bountiful modesty to enjoy the meal. Oscar thought it sweet that Katy remained a statue, taking in the early morning city landscape.
    ‘If you fancy covering up—’
    Spinning round, she saw the plush white robe held open by Oscar. Allowing him to assist her, she tied the belt firmly round her waist. Venturing out barefoot on the terrace, she sat eating fruit salad and yoghurt in awe of the scene. Tackling the full English breakfast he’d ordered, Oscar watched Katy’s eyes flicker and dart, examining and assessing what