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and quickly dried my hair. I knew I didn’t have time to dry it completely, but hopefully I could get it dry enough that I didn’t look like a drowned rat. With one eye on the clock, I scrunched up my auburn curls as the warm air blew through them. After a few minutes, I checked in the mirror, and determining it was passable, I clicked off the hair dryer.
    Shoving my feet into the nearest available sandals, I rushed out the door and down the padded stairs. With barely a minute to spare, I skidded into the dining room. Mr. Weatherton eyed me with a raised eyebrow.
    “Cutting it a bit close, aren’t we, Miss Darling?”
    He sat with perfect posture in his elegantly padded dining chair, and I discovered I was correct in assuming that his idea of casual would be different from mine. He wore a pair of black trousers that I suspected was made by a designer and a button up white shirt. I suspected he’d simply removed his coat and tie from earlier in the day.
    I was struck again by how handsome he was. His blonde waves didn’t quite touch his shoulders, so I guessed he must’ve had his hair cut since I last saw him.
    Breathing a little harder than normal, I strode over and sat down in the chair next to him. I knew it was the correct one to sit in because it was the only other spot at the table with linen and silverware set out for it.
    “But I made it on time.”
    I could’ve sworn the corner of his mouth ticked upwards as if he were about to smile, but it disappeared so quickly, I couldn’t be certain.
    “Try not to make a habit of it. Dashing in at the last minute is almost as bad as being late. It’s always better to be a little early.”
    Nodding, I filed that tidbit away for later. On time actually meant be early. Check.
    “How are you settling in?”
    Mr. Weatherton asked as the cook, whose name I still didn’t know, strode into the room with two steaming plates in her hands. She placed them in front of us, the heavenly smell from the food wafting to my noise and making my mouth water. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was.
    “I’ve got most of my stuff put away.”
    I took a bite of the dish and almost moaned at the burst of flavor. Whatever the meal was, it was delicious. I didn’t know much about food, but I at least knew that whatever I was eating was Italian in origin.
    “Good. Did you find your accommodations satisfactory?”
    “Oh yes!” I gushed. “I love my room! It’s beautiful.”
    He did smile then.
    “I’m glad you like it. I had a couple of disagreements with the decorator on some of the pieces.”
    Somehow, I couldn’t imagine anyone disagreeing with him. He exuded authority, power, and confidence naturally in a way that some men only dreamed of doing. The meaning behind his words suddenly hit me. Surely he hadn’t personally picked out everything in my room?
    We spent the rest of the meal making small talk, and it passed quickly. Despite the powerful aura surrounding Mr. Weatherton, by the time we’d finished eating, I’d discovered that he was really easy to talk to. He had a way of letting you know that you had his undivided attention.
    Several times during the meal, I’d looked up to find his eyes on me and felt a shiver from the heat radiating from them. Did he level such looks of intensity at everyone? I felt he must.
    Surely, he didn’t find anything in me even slightly attractive. Why would he? I was certain he could have his pick of any woman he wanted, which meant there was no way he’d want a curvy girl who had a little more junk in the trunk than your average supermodel. Besides, he was way out of my league.
    I stood and excused myself from the table. With a nod to Mr. Weatherton, I left the room, deciding that I would explore the mansion a little since I had not been able to do so before supper. The door to the mysterious rec room caught my attention as I exited the dining room. The pull it exerted on me was undeniable. However, after Howard’s stern warning and Mr.