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apartment, before she caught herself. Remember you’re only a guest here. You might not even come back after this week is over. Don’t go overboard.
    A popular tune came on the radio, and she was so busy singing along she didn’t hear Russell had returned. She spun around to check on the steaks and was startled so badly, it was a blessing her hands had been empty. With one hand placed on her chest she said, “I didn’t hear you come back.”
    Russell looked from her to his kitchen and asked, “What are you doing?”
    She looked at him and then wished she hadn’t. He was sex personified in his running shorts and dripping wet tank top, and with that sexy smile on his face. It was obvious he’d enjoyed his run, and Allison imagined how much she’d enjoy him doing all sorts of dirty things to her right now and here. It took everything in her not to jump him and forget about dinner.
    She tried a smile. “Cooking dinner. I hope you like steak.”
    “I love steak, but…there was nothing in the fridge.”
    “I noticed. That little store on the corner had what I needed, although I should probably visit a real supermarket tomorrow.”
    Russell shifted from one foot to the other. “I hate cooking. I eat most of my meals out or at the clinic.”
    Allison opened her mouth to tell him how pathetic that sounded, but he suddenly got agitated and fled the kitchen as if a black panther was chasing him.
    Before he disappeared down the hallway, she shouted after him, “Russell?”
    “Shower.”
    She tried not to let his abrupt departure bother her and shouted back, “Okay. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”
    He didn’t reply, and she went back to finishing dinner. She wasn’t sure what had just gone through his mind, but she wasn’t going to let it bother her. She was here to test out whether or not they could have a relationship, and she’d better find out before the week was over.

Chapter 10
    Russell escaped down the hallway into the bathroom and he immediately started the shower. On cold. Ice cold, to be exact.
    He’d hated to leave her without a word of explanation, but seeing her all domestic in his kitchen had fired up his body and he’d only had a few seconds to escape before his obvious hard-on would have been pushing against the thin fabric of his running shorts.
    He stood under the shower in a fog of confusion. How can she have such an effect on me? She was fully dressed, for God’s sake.
    The icy water did its task in calming down his body. Shivering, he turned the water off and grabbed a towel, his mind going in a hundred different directions.
    She cooked for me. And didn’t even mention my pathetic kitchen. For that, he was grateful. Sweet Allison would never point out the obvious or intentionally make someone feel badly.
    He grabbed fresh clothes, and walked into the dining room, only to be surprised again. With the limited means in his apartment, she had somehow managed to make the set dining room table look fabulous.
    She’d even found the only candleholder he possessed and organized flowers, albeit in a glass instead of a vase. The decorations had changed his utilitarian ebony wood table into an inviting and enjoyable place to sit down and have a pleasant meal. With her. The most wonderful women of all.
    “This looks great,” he said, but what he really meant was, You look great.
    “Thanks,” she told him with a blush. He thought it was cute how she turned her head away while pulling out her chair. A strong urge to walk over and wrap his arms around her took hold of him. How long had it been since a woman had cooked for him? Apart from the breakfast at her place…He licked his lips.
    The steak and salad in front of him smelled wonderful and he tried to get a grip on his insane attraction to her. “I don’t know if anything this tasty has ever been made in that kitchen before.”
    She didn’t answer him, just watched intently as he took his first bite. The steak was perfectly cooked and done