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around to fixing it.
    Making her way to the kitchen, she surveyed the damage. A carton of milk had been
     left on the counter, coffee grounds were spilled in the sink, and a dirty pan sat
     on the stove. She hoped her dad had at least remembered to make Monica and Brynn lunch.
    Allie put the milk away and found the pork chops from yesterday still in the fridge,
     so she wrote her dad a quick note on how to prepare them and propped it next to the
     coffeepot. And she needed to remind her father that Monday was trash day. He always
     forgot.
    She washed a load of laundry and cleaned up the kitchen. Then, taking one last glance
     around, she knew she couldn’t put it off any longer. It was time to go to shopping.
    ***
    Six hours later, she was exhausted. Nancy, her nice but rather manic personal shopper,
     made Allie try on more clothes than any one person could possibly need. And as Simmons
     and Arnold made trip after trip from the car to Allie’s room, she watched the bags
     pile up around her. For what she’d spent at Agent Provocateur on underwear, she could
     have bought a used car.
    “Why don’t I bring you a cup of tea, miss?” Frances asked from the doorway. “Then
     you can have yourself a nice hot bath, and I’ll put these things away for you.”
    “No, that’s okay. I’ll put everything away myself.”
    With a frown, Frances looked at the dozens of bags littering the room. “But it’s my
     job.”
    Some of the things on Trevor’s list were pretty risqué—barely there thongs with ruffles,
     completely transparent teddies, and sheer waspies—corset-like bands that circled the
     waist with garters dangling from them. She’d never seen one before today. She was
     used to buying her underwear in packages of six.
    “I don’t mind,” Allie said.
    “All right, but I’m bringing your tea, and that’s that.”
    Once Frances was gone, Allie pulled out the more questionable purchases of the day
     and shoved them in a dresser drawer. This really was mistress wear.
    The fact that Trevor had specifically requested all this made her stomach knot in
     worry. The man obviously knew what he wanted, was used to women wearing this type
     of thing. Allie was comfortable in an old T-shirt and pajama pants. Trevor’s other
     women must be in a completely different sexual category. Allie would never measure
     up. Not that she cared what Trevor thought. If he didn’t like her lack of technique,
     too bad. Maybe he’d send her home.
    Frances reappeared with a tea tray. “Make sure you eat, now. You hardly touched your
     breakfast. I’m going to run you a bath.”
    Falling onto the bed, Allie grabbed a sandwich and ate. She had finished her second
     cup of tea by the time Frances reentered the room.
    “All ready. In you go, and I’ll put away the rest of your things.”
    While being waited on still made her feel like a diva, Allie gave in. With a smile
     of thanks, she slipped into the bathroom. Humidity from the hot water made her skin
     damp, and the tub brimmed over with frothy bubbles that smelled of lavender. She hadn’t
     had a bubble bath since she was a little girl.
    Quickly shedding her clothes, she pinned up her hair before sliding into the water.
     God, it felt good—soothing and warm. She’d just started to drift off when the door
     opened. Thinking it was Frances, she smiled and opened her eyes to find Trevor staring
     at her.
    Allie’s heartbeat kicked up a notch. “What are you doing in here?” Granted, it was
     a stupid question, but he’d taken her by surprise. She sank further into the suds
     and slapped an arm over both breasts as if she were a virgin in a Regency novel. She
     knew she was behaving like an idiot, but that didn’t stop her from covering the girls.
    “What do you think I’m doing? Taking tea with the queen? I’m here to speak with you,
     of course.” He’d removed the jacket and tie from this morning, undone a couple buttons
     at his throat, and rolled his sleeves up