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simply not what I wanted.
    Now here, kneeling in front of me, was a man who desired exactly what I wanted to give.
    “Obey me and keep me satisfied and I can give you what you need,” I whispered.
    He said nothing, just nodded contentedly. I dressed and offered him dinner.
    “I know in your contract that you specify dinner after our scenes,” he said hesitantly, “but I’d rather not eat. I will stay and talk if you like.”
    Truthfully, I wasn’t disappointed. There was a part of me that didn’t enjoy the “getting to know you” segment of the day. It had gone too far with Brent, and I didn’t want anything to screw things up with William just yet.
    “You may leave,” I said simply. “I look forward to your visit tomorrow. You set the bar high, William.” I praised him, placed my hand on his elbow, and guided him to the front door. I was anxious to fill out a scene card about him. I may very well be doodling stars and happy faces on this one.
    He turned to me, appraised my face for a moment, and responded. “I did my homework and began props for this week’s scenes early. I left a preview for tomorrow in today’s props. If you’d like.” He raised his hand and, for the first time since we met, touched me.
    He drew one long finger across my collarbone, leaving an icy-hot trail on my skin. “Sleep well and dream,” he said, “since I am unable to do either.”
    My jaw dropped and I watched him open the door to leave. He turned around and added, “Although, being with you today was the closest thing to a dream I’ve had in decades.”
    My pleasure turned to annoyance in a flash.
    “Excuse me?” I seethed.
    “Mistress?”
    “ Never revisit a scene—even moments later. Drop the vampire shit.”
    I slammed the door, spun on my heel, and headed toward the note cards, volumes of journals, and a night of sweet, sweet dreams.

CHAPTER FIVE
    William
    “Read ’em and weep,” Gus said, splaying his cards in front of him with pride. “Straight.”
    Jack chuckled, cigar in his mouth wiggling maniacally. “Royal flush, you old fart.”
    Three other men at the table folded their cards, disappointed.
    “No smoking, Jack,” I lectured jokingly.
    “There’s no smoke if there ain’t no fire, young man,” he grunted.
    I laughed and gave him a friendly pat on the back. “There’s a concert in the all-purpose room,” I suggested. “Jazz.”
    Gus huffed loudly. “When are you going to get some modern stuff in here? Jazz makes me feel eighty.”
    “You are eighty,” Hank said.
    “I’m seventy-nine in August.”
    I protested. “I thought you liked jazz. Gus, you asked me to have this trio back after the last performance.”
    “That’s because the redhead playing the upright bass had perky tits.”
    I rolled my eyes and snickered. “Well, some of the residents like jazz. If you gentlemen would like to enjoy some music—or perky tits—I’ll be down the hall.”
    I turned and began to walk, and on cue, I heard some chairs being dragged and some old men grunting as they rose from their seats.
    “That’s more like it,” I said, slowing my pace so we could walk down the hall together.
    “Billy-boy, my granddaughter’s coming in next week. You still single?” Hank asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
    “I think it’s time to give up on our Billy,” Jack joked. “He keeps promising to bring in a nice girl once he meets one, and yet every time we ask him, he’s on a date with a new catch.”
    I held my hands up in protest, “Guys, guys—”
    “You don’t want your granddaughter with a playboy .”
    “I’m not a—”
    Gus slapped his hand on my shoulder and lectured. “Down, boys. Our Billy here just hasn’t met the right girl. He’ll settle down once he meets the one .”
    “Why would he want to settle down when he could have every cute coed in the Seacoast Region?”
    I had to keep the hounds at bay, so I threw them a bone. “I had a date today with a new girl I just met. Not only