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I swallow hard and step forward. "I didn't know you were here."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't sure where to change. Your housekeeper told me the dress was in the closet. I didn't know you would be in here."

"You don't need to apologize."

She stays frozen but takes shorter breaths.

"You look beautiful." Her hair is in long, black curls. Her hazel eyes pop, and her cheekbones are a creamy mix of tan porcelain and rose.

Those pouty red lips...oh fuck.

My dick starts to harden. I step closer to her. "Are you going to be scared of me all the time?"

"I'm not scared of you."

"No?" I arch an eyebrow and focus on her hands, which are still trying to hide her breasts.

"I'm half-naked right now if you haven't noticed."

"That, you are." Like a pervert, I slowly take in every detail of her. When I get back to her face, her cheeks are scarlet red, but I catch her checking out my chest tattoo.

I step closer, take her hands, and wrap them around my neck.

She inhales sharply.

"Don't move," I order her.

She obeys.

I slide my hands down her arms, and her eyes flutter. When I get to her shoulders, I move one hand down her back and palm her ass. I tug her tight to me. My other hand cradles her head. Her warm breasts push against me. I lean down to her lips. "Did you have a relaxing day?"

Confusion fills her face.

"Shopping? The spa?" Her confusion turns to anger. I suddenly get the impression something went wrong.

My heart beats faster. "Did someone not treat you right?"

She shakes her head. "No. Everyone was fine."

"You didn't like my gift?"

She turns away and takes a shaky breath.

"Look at me," I growl.

She turns back.

"You didn't like it?"

"I was not required to be there? If it was a gift?"

My head jerks back. "You didn't like my gift?" I repeat.

How can she not like my gift? Every woman I've ever dated loved to shop and go to the spa.

"You made it sound like I didn't have a choice whether to go or not."

Was it her choice?