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catch me up if I get lost." He winked at her, then began reading.
    An hour later, he found himself having a ball. Every few pages, they traded off, reading out loud to one another. Fancy balked at the sex scene, insisting he read all the juicy details. He willingly accepted, making every sentence count as he watched her color rise, her respirations increase, and read the hint of arousal in her face. She might be embarrassed to read about the act, but she certainly responded to every detail of the scene. His blood only ran hotter.
    Once again, he thanked his lucky stars for wearing a pair of loose slacks, which had ample room to hide his physical reaction. Otherwise, the situation might become a bit awkward. He wanted to spend time with Fancy, bond with her, not scare her off with the evidence of his rampant desire. After their first meeting, Fancy probably wouldn't believe him if he told her the truth, that she excited him more than the models that had graced his room earlier in the day. But one day…
    The thought startled him. He hadn't been thinking past the convention. Yet his mind rebelled at the idea of spending a few days with this little gem then walking away forever. Surely, fate hadn't put them together like this for just a tiny moment in time. What were the odds they'd live in the same city? Work down the street from one another? He saw more than coincidence but didn't want to harp on the details. No. Way too early to be thinking about more than getting to know a woman different than any other he'd met. See what happened, then go from there. I'm not ready to give up my playboy life, right? Not for another decade at least.
    "Mitch?"
    Her voice broke through his thoughts. "Hmm?"
    She pushed the book toward him. "Your turn again."
    "Oh." He plucked the paperback from her fingers, careful not to lose the spot. "Now, where were we? Oh, yeah. Our wayward duke couldn't keep his hands off the young, beautiful chit." He chuckled, actually halfway enjoying the Victorian romance, despite the flowery words and abbreviated sexual encounters. The author gave her readers a glimpse into the bedroom, just not a detailed one. Too bad. Mitch would get a kick out of a hot and hardcore session. His cock jumped at the thought of reading erotica to Fancy. Tight discomfort settled in his groin. On second thought, save the erotica for later. When they were both naked and could replay the sultry scenes until exhaustion sent them to sleep.
    Speaking of, he noted the drooping eyelids and lines of fatigue on Fancy's face. She probably did go to bed early each night, and his presence kept her up way past her bedtime. "Are you getting tired?"
    She nodded. "But I'm having fun and don't want to stop."
    He smiled warmly. "Then why don't you lie down? I'll keep reading."
    Without a single complaint, she curled up in a ball, resting her head on the pillow beside his hip.
    Mitch read a bit more, noticed when Fancy drifted off to sleep, and carefully slid off the bed. Marking the book, he replaced the novel on the table, pulled the cover over Fancy, and took a moment to stare at the sleeping woman.
    His heart tugged at the innocence and beauty she portrayed. With a sigh, he kissed the top of her head. "Good night, Sleeping Beauty." Walking quietly to the door, he turned the doorknob lock, then stepped out. Checking to make sure the door locked behind him, he pulled his key from his pants, and let himself into his own room. The identical room felt cold and lifeless compared to hers. Puffing out a breath, he headed toward the shower.

Chapter 10
    She'd woken up refreshed and delightfully happy. The smell of Mitch's cologne still lingering on the bedspread next to her reminded her of an eventful night to come. Her chance to finally step out as Cinderella, minus the huge ball gown and glass slippers. She could only hope the night ended better than in the story and she would also see a happily ever after before everything was said and done.
    Valiantly, she'd