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“Not since getting this job. Thank you, by the way. I never had the chance to thank you in person for hiring me.”

I grunt, then tear my eyes away from where the hem of her robe is riding up, giving me a view of those legs and her juicy, round little ass.

“Ah-ha! Gotcha,” she says triumphantly. “I’ll take the floor, and you take the bed.”

A second later, Cambria pulls out a ratty sleeping bag with the liner torn in several places. The thought of her sleeping in her car with that piece of garbage wrapped around her has me feeling some intense emotions I don’t recognize.

“You’re not sleeping in that,” I tell her firmly, walking around the breakfast bar to stand beside her.

“Well, you’re certainly not sleeping in it,” she counters. “It would barely cover your legs.”

“You take the bed, and I’ll take the floor. That’s final.” I reach for the sleeping bag, but Cambria hides it behind her.

“You don’t get to barge into my house and make demands, mister.” Her blue eyes narrow at me, and goddamn if it’s not the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. Can’t say I’ve ever used that word to describe anyone before, but it’s true.

“You know I’m the one who bought this house, right? And the one who signs your paychecks?”

“Are you trying to bully me, Mr. Santarossa?”

“No, I’m just saying–”

“Let’s do rock, paper, scissors for the bed!” Cambria says, cutting me off. “You do know how to play rock, paper, scissors, right?”

“Yes,” I say defensively. “Of course.”

“Just checking. No offense, but you don’t seem the type for schoolyard games.”

“What do I seem like?”Why do I keep saying things without thinking them through? It’s not like me at all.

Cambria peers up at me, those blue eyes missing nothing as she picks me apart. I feel raw and vulnerable, two things I consider very dangerous.

The curvy goddess smiles softly at me, then shrugs her shoulders. “I guess we’ll find out. Now, we’re going on three. Ready?” I nod, both of our fists facing off. “One… Two… Three!”

I spread my hand into paper while Cambria keeps her fist balled up for rock.

“Dammit,” I curse.

“Yay! You get the bed. It’s official.”

“Best two out of three?”

“Not a chance,” Cambria says with a laugh as she spins away, sleeping bag in hand.

I watch her lay the worn-out piece of shit fabric on the hardwood floor as I take off my shoes, jacket and tie. I packed sweats and a t-shirt, but I don’t want to undress in front of her. It feels too personal.

Crawling into the small bed shoved up against the wall, I cover myself with a few blankets and try to get comfortable. All I can think about is Cambria lying on the goddamn ground a few feet away from me. I don’t know why I can’t let it go. She doesn’t care and is willing to give up her bed for the night.

I convince myself everything is fine and it’ll only be for the night. Then, for some reason, I open my stupid mouth. “Sleep with me. In the bed. Just sleep. Not… Jesus,” I grumble, rubbing my temples.

Cambria giggles, the sound lighter than air. “I’m okay down here.”

“I’m not okay with it,” I mutter, scooting over in the small bed as far as I can. “Just… just get up here. Don’t make it weird.”

“If that’s not the sweetest invite, I don’t know what is,” she answers sarcastically.

Despite her sass, Cambria stands, her voluptuous figure silhouetted against the moonlight as she walks toward me. I swear I’ve had dreams like this.

Before she can see how her presence affects me, I roll onto my side, giving her my back. Jesus, I have to get my raging hard-on under control. Yes, she’s undeniably gorgeous and sexy and seductively innocent, but I’m being crazy. It’s been a long goddamn day, on top of a long goddamn week, in the midst of a long goddamn month. That’s all this is.

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