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stand on the carpet. Full sized.
    Not promising for the two of them—he needed at a king-size for his six-foot-three inch frame.
    “I can see the ocean from my bed, look.” She hopped on the mattress and craned her neck. “A little, anyway, and think how pretty on foggy days.”
    Edward grinned at her enthusiasm. If she liked this view, what would she think of his place down the road? And even if the bed were a little small, if she invited him to share it, he’d make d o. “Would you like me help you make it up now? So you can just hop in when I bring you back after pizza.”
    She blushed— again. Lovely. “Oh, no, I can do it myself, really. And you must be starving after all your hard work.” At some point, she’d changed from her work clothes to a round-necked pink T-shirt that outlined her full, high breasts and blue jeans. Her feet were bare, toes polished bright red. With dark curls framing her sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks, Anna was the single most alluring woman he’d ever had the pleasure to encounter. His cock, at bay while he played pack mule, reasserted itself, stretching to full length inside his pants.
    If I don’t get out of here and far from that bed, I am going to do or say something that will scare her away. Like beg to take her here and now in every way I know how. Which amounted to quite a few ways.
    “Okay.” He rose to his feet, suppressing a groan. “ Let’s go have dinner. If you’d rather not go to my house, we can eat in a restaurant.” Did one take a nice girl to his lair on their first date? And had he left anything out that might shock her? A flogger maybe? No, his overzealous neatness had its benefits from time to time. His main living areas would be kink free.
    “ I can’t thank you enough for everything.” She grabbed her purse and keys then paused. “I’ll probably come right back afterwards and get out from under your feet. I’m beat.”
    She was tired? Every one of his muscles sent him a message that forty wasn’t twenty-five no matter how hard he worked out. He made a mental note to add the stair climber to his routine. If he planned to court a woman in a third-floor walkup, he needed to build endurance. Would she wear him out in bed? It had been so long since he’d had vanilla sex, he hardly knew what to expect.
    Anna locked the door behind them, pocketing her keys with a smile.
    “My very own place. Don’t laugh at me. I’m a real rebel in my family.”
    “I would never laugh.” He rested his hands on her shoulders and looked down at her happy face. “I’m glad you got such a nice apartment, and I couldn’t ask for a nicer neighbor.”
    “I’m so glad to know someone close by. It makes me feel much safer.”
    Safer…from the Dom in neighbor’s clothing. He shrugged the flash of guilt aside. It wasn’t as if he intended to cuff her to the wall and flog her. Unless she asked him to. All his best resolutions were tumbling before her sexy smile.

Chapter Four
     
    Traipsing down the sidewalk beside Mr. Masters, Anna thought she’d fallen into a dream. Until today, she’d lived at home, eaten her dinner under the earnest stare of her mother and father, accompanied by the bickering of her sisters and brothers, and with few exceptions, lived the life her family expected of her.
    Typical of their neighborhood—the eldest daughter waiting for Prince Charming to take her away to a starter home on the hill and start making babies.
    But twenty-four hours later, she had her own apartment and a date. Oh it is not a date. Just a nice man, a friend of the boss’s, feeding me pizza and helping me move. Because big shot executives always helped receptionists carry their clothes and dishes up three flights of stairs and bought them dinner.
    The ocean breeze blew her curls around her face, and she kicked at the sand skittering across the concrete. Her place faced the beach. It seemed his was on it. Which made sense. She sought a conversational topic then glanced