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smile and move towards him, out the door and back into the greatroom. He leads the way, opening doors and ushering me to the guesthouse, my steps faltering slightly when we enter the smaller house.
    Its walls are all glass, showcasing the city view along its entire back wall. It’s beautiful, modern and clean, a large bed set against a slate wall, huge prints adding color and texture to the walls. The bathroom sinks are open to the bedroom, a large Jacuzzi tub prominently set in between dual vanities, and I can see into a small room that holds a shower and toilet. A lounge area sits to the right, with a low-slung cream sectional atop a rich chocolate rug.
    I feel a hand on my back and spin, bumping into the hard chest of the stranger. “Don’t touch me,” I snap, backing away as he raises his hands in innocence.
    “My apologies. I’m Drew, Mr. Dumont’s driver and security. The other man is Mark. If you need anything, you can use the intercom system to page us. I live on property, so will always be available. The main house will be locked, please don’t attempt to enter it during the night, the security system is extremely sensitive.”
    Mr. Dumont. Another question answered, though I’ll be damned if I refer to him in that manner. I turn, stepping into the center of the room and look around. “I don’t know where my clothes are…”
    “There is clothing in the dressers and closets, you should find something in your size there. I’ll be by in the morning.” He purses his lips, as if he has words inside that he is struggling to contain. “Goodnight.”
    I don’t say anything, watching as he slides the door shut. I lock it behind him and cross my fingers that this glass box has curtains.

    It does, and now I’m lying in a sea of lavender bubbles. I showered first, scrubbing my makeup off with a damp washcloth and washing my hair. Then I filled the tub, using a generous amount of bath gel and almost moaned with delight when I sank in.
    I haven’t had a bath in almost four years. My college apartment had a tub; that was the last time me and bubbles have had any contact. It is a long overdue reunion and I rest my head against the back of the tub in bliss.
    Of all places for me to spend the night, this glass box of luxury isn’t a bad deal. But I can’t fully relax, too many unknowns about BlueEyes. My cell phone’s lack of signal is a major thorn in my subconscious. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe if I had the security of my phone then there wouldn’t be these pits in my stomach, maybe then I would relax and appreciate the fact that I am at a mansion, ten thousand dollars richer, and just had the best sex of my life.
    It’s crazy that digital bars on a cell phone are the roadblock between me and a good night’s sleep. I curse under my breath and pull the drain plug, watching bubbles swirl towards the dark hole of Never Never Land.

CHAPTER 9
    B right light. It shines in through the glass walls, the sun unforgiving in its announcement of the day. I try to place the sun, try to place where I am and who is waking me up. I roll, the sheets soft and smooth, which causes my eyes to reopen. Soft and smooth don’t describe my sheets. Cheap and scratchy are my norm.
    Green eyes stare down at me. Green eyes that lead to a crooked nose, full lips and a few days of unshaven growth. The face is vaguely familiar and I blink, my brain fully waking up. The security guy. Some name that begins with a D .
    “Time to get up. Mr. Dumont would like to speak to you.”
    I cover my face in my hands, trying to wake up enough to think. “Then you’ll take me home?”
    I hear a chuckle. “If that’s what you want.”
    I sit up, pushing back the blankets and swinging my legs off of the bed. My brain hazily engages, memories of last night slowly clicking into place. “Wait.” I turn to the man with a glare. “I locked the door last night.”
    He shrugs. “We have a key.”
    I bite back a response, shooting him the stoniest