My inner shoe goddess, who’d evidently lain dormant until now, screamed herself awake when she saw the shoes. The vast wardrobe was filled with clothes of every assortment and every color, and as I ran my hand along the hangers they were all my size. Scary I’d be seeing while I was here.Ĭameron must have known all along I was going to stay. With him gone, I made my way over to the walk-in wardrobe, wondering how much of Mr. “Your clothes for the day have been laid out on the central isle in the wardrobe,” said Dominic. It was like my reset button returned to zero each time he showcased one his erotic tricks. “Really well.” My cheeks flushed with what had been the catalyst for a good night’s sleep.įacing Cameron after each intimate event never got any easier. He had a handsome face but a very slight feminine air. The forty something short, bald man who wielded his authority with a sinister air. He was Cameron’s right hand man, or so I assumed. It opened and I brought my hands up to cover myself. I forced myself to bring my concentration back to the six pages of signing my life away.Ī knock at the door startled me and I leaped to my feet. Sitting in the corner lounge chair with the paperwork resting on my lap, my mind drifted off to thoughts of Cameron. Signing my contract would be my way of proving that I was ready to stay here. Couldn’t cope with the thought of separating from him just yet. Had I never met Cameron, I’d have probably spent the rest of my life believing I’d injected myself that day. They’d spent time, their precious time and expertise, to decipher the documents and discover what had really happened. I marveled that Cameron and Ethan had gone to all that trouble for me. Spending twenty-four hours with each other would send me over the edge. I was already infatuated with him as it was. He was probably right about keeping our distance at night.

I’d awoken this morning to find him gone. He glided with ease, showing remarkable breath control during what looked like a grueling breaststroke. That was Cameron down there, wearing goggles while swimming laps in the enormous pool, his strong shoulders and arms pulling him through the water like an Olympian. WIPING THE SLEEPINESS from my eyes, I stared out of the bedroom window and looked down into the sweeping, well-tended garden of Chrysalis. He gave a nod of approval and pulled me into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around me, and I collapsed against him, spent. “You, Sir.” My head crashed back onto the pillow.

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