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how to use it and creating awesome clothing designs with the use of a pointer wand. I only fiddled around with that on my lunch hour or after hours when I simply couldn’t drag my ass away from it. Maybe he was right; maybe I did have some God-given talent for design.
    So I busied myself in my work and continued to spend any spare time that I had when Dominic was away, working on my “fall line” of designing fashions for fun.
    Dominic was always interested in seeing my computer designs when he stopped by my office, and at the condo. I had taken to sketching my creations on paper with a set of colored charcoals I had purchased to use when I was at home where my computer wasn’t available.
    I almost liked sketching them myself better than using the software. It offered more creativity for accents, garment lines and flow.
    The phone on my desk rang, pulling me from my latest swimsuit design on the screen of my computer.
    “West-End Storage,” I answered automatically.
    “How’s my west end girl?” I heard Dominic ask, and I imagined his smile as he did so. “Working late again? Have I overloaded you?”
    I stifled a giggle, because he knew damn well what was keeping me at the office late.
    “I’m sorry,” I sighed, “But it’s your fault for buying the fashion design program. I’m hooked, I admit it.”
    “I’m only happy that you’re making good use of it. But we’re flying out tonight for a long weekend, have you forgotten? I want to make sure that you’re packed and ready when I send my driver to pick you up at seven. The plane will be ready and waiting for us.”
    “Dominic,” I sighed, rolling my eyes, “It really wasn’t necessary for you to go all out for my birthday like this. I’m fine with just staying in town.”
    “Nonsense,” he replied tersely. “Your twenty-first birthday is the first of many milestones. It should be celebrated properly. Besides that, I have some business in New York on Monday and Tuesday so the extra long weekend has dual purposes.”
    “Such the romantic,” I said, shutting down my computer. “Don’t worry, I’ll be ready. But who’s going to run the office here while I’m out?”
    “Not to worry,” he said, I’ve taken care of that. Vinnie or Sal will come by to put the cash receipts into the safe. I’ll have the calls transferred to one of their secretaries. So no worries, mia cara.”
    Hmmmm.

    As promised, I was packed and ready when Dominic’s driver, Robert, came to my door at seven sharp. He was a quiet guy, fairly emotionless, but always the gentleman.
    “Is this it?” he asked, picking up just the one suitcase.
    “Yep,” I replied, shutting the door to my condo behind us.
    I was sure he was used to the vast wardrobe Anna Maria more than likely packed when traveling. I’d heard snippets from Dominic about how his wife loved to shop for couture every chance she had. He didn’t seem to mind though. Maybe it made him feel less guilty about his keeping a mistress.
    Provided he was even capable of feeling guilt.
    I mean, for as much time as we spent with one another, I still hadn’t managed to dissect his psyche. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t talkative or anything, because I was fairly sure that as much as Dominic was able to open up to anyone, he had opened up to me. He just never talked business—or commented in depth about his family.
    He never questioned me about my personal stuff, which I suppose was a major factor in deterring me from questioning him. As much as he seemed to be fond of me, he didn’t delve into my past or ask questions about my family or anything. I wondered if he thought about it at all. Maybe he thought my life had started the day he met me in a brothel.
    As I sat in the back of the stretch limo, I relaxed back against the leather seat and thought about the first time I had met Dominic at Belle’s.
    “Hey Karlie, front and center,” Belle had hollered as she poked her head into the parlor. “Got a newbie out front.