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She swallowed.
‘And that is why I ensure my partners are always very content to keep things light.’
‘Well, lucky for you this virgin is.’
She climbed out of bed and he glanced down at her thighs. There was no need to point out she was a virgin no more.
‘I’ll have a body shower,’ she told him.
‘Abodyshower?’
She was not going to stand there and explain it to him. ‘And then I’ll get dressed and go out there and look like I’m working.’
‘Beatrice, you are not going back to your desk and then getting the shuttle bus home.’
‘What? Will you call your driver to take me home? Iknowhim, Julius. If you could just check the corridor and make sure the guard’s not doing his rounds again?’
‘Are you regretting this already?’
‘No.’
‘I don’t believe you.’
‘I honestly am not,’ Beatrice said. ‘Though I might if we’re found out.’
She made a pertinent point.
‘I’m not worrying about your reputation, Julius. I know I wouldn’t merit a blip even if this got out. I’m looking after my own. I get it, okay?’
Oh, no, you don’t.
He lay back as she flounced off to the bathroom. He wanted to redo that conversation. But then again, best not.
It wasn’t only Beatrice getting involved that concerned him.
Just sex, he’d thought, and then she would be out of his head.
Well, it had sounded like a plan.
Damn!
The bathroom was bathed in instant golden light. Midas must have touched everything in here, Beatrice thought, staring at the golden walls.
Oh, God. She’d told him her gigolo plan.
She’d been trying to convince him of how little this mattered to her, and yet somehow he’d rather deftly coaxed out that this plan had only occurred to her in recent weeks.
She would have loved to step under the full blast of the shower and pelt away her thoughts, but wet hair might be a giveaway, so she took the handheld part and rinsed her body, and tried to deny how much she liked him.
Really,reallyliked him.
Oh, God. She was in way over her head and lying through her clenched teeth.
But it didn’t matter—she wasn’t even mistress material! Not that she wanted to be one.
She dressed, and was surprised by the normality of her own reflection. It revealed nothing of the burn between her legs, or the ache of her breasts, and so, reassured by that, she stepped out.
‘Body shower,’ he said when he saw her dry hair. ‘I get it now.’
