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with his, she inched their embracing bodies toward the couch, pushing Stephen down on top of the cushion. When he tried to pull her on top of him, she broke their kiss and whispered in his ear. “There’s something I need to do. I’ll be right back.”
    He ran a lock of Abby’s hair through his fingers. “Don’t take too long,” he said with a sexy smile that almost made her forget about the quarter inch of stubble on her legs.
    Almost.
    There was no way she was going to make love to Stephen Blake with hairy legs!
    In the bathroom, she stripped off her sweatpants while the sink filled with water. Slathering shaving cream on her right leg, ankle to thigh, she ran the razor across her skin as quickly as possible before repeating the process on her other leg.
    Crap! The slinky black nightgown that Lois Carlyle had picked out for her was in the bedroom. Pulling her sweatpants back on, she exited the bathroom, calling out, “Almost done!” before ducking into the bedroom.
    After changing into the nightgown, she shoved her discarded clothes into the closet and fluffed her hair. Taking a deep breath, she waltzed slowly out to the living room, striking what she hoped was an alluring pose. “I’m back. Did you miss me?”
    Her question was met with a very loud, very unsexy snore. Stephen was fast asleep on her couch.

Chapter 7
    I n the back of the town car, Stephen Blake rubbed his painful temples, trying to piece together the events of the previous evening. He remembered that Martha had cancelled on him and Abby Branson was running late. When she arrived at half-past-six with flushed cheeks and her hair cascading in waves around her shoulders, her beauty had left him speechless. Thankfully, she spoke first, which jarred him out of his schoolboy trance.
    He also remembered that it seemed like they were having a nice conversation until he said something about ‘women like her’ that she misconstrued as insulting, and she left in a huff. After that, he doused his confusion with scotch before directing his driver to take him to her place where he...
    Holy hell!
    Where he kissed her! Good God, it was all coming back to him. Not only did he kiss her, but he fondled her amazingly full breasts, grabbed a handful of her shapely derriere, and told her that her curves were beguiling. He would have made love to her, too, if...what?
    Ah, yes.
    If she hadn’t rebuffed his advances by pushing him away and excusing herself in the heat of the moment, before he could fully ravish her soft, glorious body. After that, he was pretty sure he had passed out on her sofa.
    At some point, he was roused by her tugging on his jacket. He thought she had reconsidered and was trying to undress him, but after embarrassing himself further by offering to help, she punched him in the gut and said she was just looking for his phone to call his driver. 
    Shortly after that, his driver arrived at her apartment, dragged him out to the car, took him home, and put him to bed. It was the first time something like this had happened to him, and he could still remember the look his driver gave him when he got into the car this morning.
    Now he was on his way to the office, where he was not looking forward to the interrogation that Martha surely had in store for him. He also needed to figure out how to go about apologizing to Miss Branson for his rather inappropriate behavior and hope that she didn’t sell her story to the tabloids.
    He could see the headlines now: CURVY TASTE TESTER ACCUSES BILLIONAIRE STEPHEN BLAKE OF SEXUAL HARASSMENT!
    He hadn’t botched a simple business dinner this badly since...well, ever. Stephen Blake was cool under pressure and always in control. But that was before he met Abby Branson. Something about her made him forget that he was rich, powerful, and commanding.
    Reaching into the small but well-stocked cabinet in the back of the town car, Stephen was searching for some aspirin when a folder that was wedged under the front seat