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facts about me; you don’t know me, Samantha.”
    My face burned hotly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
    “That didn’t come out the right way.” He smiled gently. “What I mean is, those facts you know about me, they only make up a small part of me. There is more to my story than what you can find on the Internet. And, you may not know you, but I’m fairly certain sleeping with me probably wouldn’t make you happy. At least, not afterwards anyway. You’d feel crappy about what we’d just did, probably about me, but most definitely about yourself.”
    Turning suddenly, he walked behind his desk and sat down. “I couldn’t live with that, and I wouldn’t want you to have to either,” he finished while moving a stack of papers off his desk and folding his arms on the smooth top.
    He nodded his head toward the two chairs opposite him and waited for me to take seat. Setting my purse down, I tried not to moan as the expensive leather caressed my ass and the pressure of wearing heels all day was released from my calves and feet.
    My movements were slow and drawn out as I wondered who was going to break the silence first. His words were still spinning inside my head as I took precious time making myself as comfortable as I could in the chair.
    He was right though. While it was devious to think about sleeping with someone besides my husband, I didn’t think I had the courage to go through with it unless I fell in love with another. But I knew in my gut that I still loved Michael.
    As much as I wanted him to just come right out and say it so I didn’t have to ask, I couldn’t be left in suspense any longer. “Last night, you said you changed your mind. Does that mean you’ll do the surgeries?”
    “It means I want to help you.”
    I frowned. “If you’re not going to do the surgeries, how are you going to help me?”
    “I wasn’t lying when I said I make for a very bad therapist, but I really do know women. I’ve seen a lot of perfectly attractive woman go through the doors of my mate, Stein. Unless there is something medically preventing a surgeon from doing a procedure, they will never turn away a patient. The number-one cause for a woman to turn to cosmetic surgery is insecurity. It’s sad, but a fact for any plastic surgery.
    “Those women, including yourself, just need to be taught and, more importantly, shown that you are each rare and beautiful in your own way. I learned that the hard way and vowed never to touch another woman with a scalpel unless she absolutely needed it.”
    His words sparked a flame of curiosity inside of me that quickly became an out-of-control need to know what lesson he was referring to and why it had him disowning his initial practice.
    “So you want to help me regain my confidence?” As sweet as that sounded, I wasn’t really sure how that was going to work.
    “Yes. You need to be reminded that you’re very much a woman and deserve to be treated as such.”
    I shifted nervously in my seat. “Teach me how?”
    His smile was teasing and knowing. “Despite what you may have thought of my intentions, I don’t plan to offer you an affair. Now or later.”
    That should have calmed my racing heart, but I couldn’t ignore the tiny bit of disappointment. I tried to tell myself it was because I felt rejected, but I knew it was a little more than that. “Okay, so how do you plan to teach me?”
    “I want you to spend the next month with me.”

 

 
     
     
    WATCHING THE SURPRISE brighten her big, brown eyes made my long day seem a little less dreary. Why her husband didn’t do everything in his power to bring her soul to life instead of destroying it was beyond my understanding.
    “Are you quite alright?” I asked when two full minutes went by without either of us saying anything.
    She blinked rapidly and lowered her head. I realized then that she was laughing.
    “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but that sounded a lot like an indecent proposal. I was