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at the thought that she wasn’t comfortable enough with him for this degree of informality.  “You seem more like a Sam to me.”  He was taken aback, but she shared her reasoning.  “Samuel is an old cold name.  You have been so sweet to me; I’d really like to call you Sam.”
                 
    No one had ever called him that.  Though his family was close, even from birth he had been referred to by his given name.  His parents hated nicknames.  “I’d like that,” he said shyly.  “So, Haley, if you want to hop in the hot tub in the ladies’ locker room and meet me out here in about forty minutes, I’d love to have my driver drop you off at home then we’ll pick you up again later for dinner.”
                 
    This time there was no hesitation.  “I’d love to,” she responded with a smile.  “But…I’m afraid of getting used to this,” she finished quickly and jogged to the locker room door.
                 
    “Get used to it,” he urged under his breath, “because I could get used to taking care of you.”
     
                 
    After Sam walked her to the door, Haley had rushed to the bathroom to get ready.  Once positioned in front of the mirror, she gave herself an overly critical appraisal.  Well, she was thin at least, although the bones around her hips jutted out a bit too much.  If food could regain its taste, maybe she would eat more.  Her complexion was clear, but dull.  That could easily be remedied with some exfoliation and a nice mask.  Everywhere she looked, she saw room for improvement.  With a sigh, she had to admit to herself that she had neglected her body as of late.  She had hoped if she ignored it, everyone else would, too.  It was time to start changing that.  Certainly Sam was used to having beautiful women accompany him to all of his functions.  And she wouldn’t want to embarrass him.  Or me, she thought glumly.  
                 
                 
    After arriving at her apartment, Haley was so busy tending to all her deficiencies that she barely noticed how quickly time was passing.  Suddenly, a knock sounded on her door just as she finished moisturizing.  Biting her lip, she wrapped a bathrobe around her panty clad body.  Would he recognize this as a demonstration of her trust?  She hoped so.
                 
    When she opened the door, Sam thrust a box of chocolates at her.  He had considered flowers, but when he thought about her in her running wear, he knew that she needed something to eat more than she needed something to smell.  His eyes had widened ever so briefly when he saw her attire, but he pulled himself together in an instant.
                 
    “Would you rather I wait out in the hall while you get dressed?”  He asked seriously.
                 
    Smiling shyly, Haley responded.  “No, you can wait in the living room if you want, or help yourself to a drink in the kitchen.”  She headed down the short hall to her room.  “I’ll be quick,” she promised, closing the door gently behind her.
                 
    Sam listened intently, but he didn’t hear a lock.  She must trust me a little, he thought.  “I guess I’ll just make myself at home,” he said loudly enough for her to hear.  His mouth seemed strangely dry, so he decided to check out the contents of the fridge.  No beer.  No wine.  No liquor of any kind.  Seeing that his selection was limited to milk or water, he poured a half glass of two percent and realized old habits die hard.  He had spotted the big bellied bear cookie jar and moved to study its contents.  He soon discovered the bear wasn’t a cookie jar after all.  There must have been thousands of dollars in it.  And that was when Haley chose to make her grand entrance.  Instantly, he knew he looked guilty.
                 
    “I just wanted a cookie to go with the milk,” he