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seemed agreeable to Draco.  He was not excited about any of the circumstances, but he could not “unring” the bell at that point.
    After a while, Draco told everyone that he was going home for a shower and a good meal.  He also knew he had to get in touch with Katherine so that she could alert his public relations team.
    As soon as he arrived at his penthouse, he stripped out of the dirty wrinkled clothes and stepped under the hot water stream from several showerheads that dominated one side of the bathroom.  It rinsed off the ink from being fingerprinted, and the general dirt from spending the night in the cell, but it could not remove the image of Taylor from his mind.
    He had a strong feeling that there was a passion hidden, ignored and repressed, inside that buttoned up suit and sensible black pumps.  As his mind lingered on the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips, the warmth in his groin developed into a flame.  He soaped himself and let his hand linger where it landed, until his cock was at full length and strength.  He rubbed the lather over himself, playing with thoughts of her naked and on her knees in the shower.  Just shy of his release, he stopped stroking and rinsed everything thoroughly.
    After he wrapped himself in the silk bathrobe, he dialed up Katherine and explained the situation.  He could hear the scowl on her face in her voice, but she agreed to handle the public relations without him having to come to the office.  He figured the more he stayed hidden, the less likely it was that the paparazzi would find him.
    After he passed that work onto Katherine, he called the law office to request that Taylor come to his place for more work.  The partner of course agreed, and Taylor begrudgingly obliged the request.
    When she got downstairs at her office building, there was a long black car parked out front with a suited gentleman standing by the back passenger door.
    “Ms. Skiles?” he questioned.
    “Yes?”
    “I am to take you to Mister Morgan.”
    She sighed.  The wealth that this man threw away every day could have sustained a small country.  She slid across the black leather seat, and the gentleman silently closed the door behind her.  It seemed like only minutes in the cool plush interior, and they were parked again, this time in front of the most exclusive condo building in the city.
    The gentleman opened the door for her, and directed her inside, telling her to go all the way to the back of the main floor and that security was expecting her in the penthouse.  She followed the directions and pressed the PH button on the elevator.  The armed security guard inside the elevator rode in silence all the way to the top of the building.
    Chapter Seven
    Taylor smoothed her skirt down as Draco approached her, wearing his bathrobe.  She rolled her eyes and tried not to listen to the heat surging through her bloodstream.  He had cinched it tightly so she just prayed that it would stay together or that he had on boxer shorts underneath.
    “So, Draco, what would you like to discuss?”
    “First, lunch.  Any requests?  I could use a huge steak myself.”
    “I don’t eat red meat,” she stated matter-of-factly.
    “Well, the steak for me is nonnegotiable.  What for you?”
    She checked her watch and realized it was already past noon.  And at that point, her stomach started rumbling.
    “What are the options?”
    “Well not only do I own this building, but I also own the restaurant downstairs.  So pretty much whatever you want.”
    “Do you have a menu?”
    He strolled into the kitchen and returned with a printed page.  After she chose a delicious sounding Caprese salad, he shook his head at her and placed the order downstairs for delivery.  A short time later, they were settling down at the kitchen table to eat.  She was still in her grey suit and he was still in his bathrobe.  She had not figured out how to ask him to put on actual clothing.
    “Why don’t you take your