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men’s shop.
    Sami had had men after her for as long as she could remember. But none of them had been able to hold her long enough to get underneath her beautiful skin and find out what she was really all about. No man had ever been allowed close to her. No man had ever made love to her.
    Yet as inexperienced as she was in sex, she sensed that Daniel could be devastating to a woman. As correctly proper as his behavior had been with her thus far, she somehow knew that he had a sexual expertise that far exceeded anything she had previously been exposed to.
    And in spite of this knowledge, she found that she had an unexplainable urge to muss him up a bit, to run her hands through the glossiness of his hair, to take off his coat, tie, and shirt and see if his chest was covered with a mat of dark, curling hair. What a thought! She turned abruptly away.
    He led her upstairs to a guest bedroom charmingly furnished with an eighteenth-century four- poster bed and a matching dresser and highboy. Printed curtains covered the two windows, and a satin coverlet was spread over the bed.
    "You’ll be staying in here tonight. Perhaps you’d like to freshen up before we dine?"
    Food was the last thing on Sami’s mind. First was the feeling of fear she couldn’t seem to shake, and second was Daniel himself. "Actually, I’d like a bath. I feel rather hot and dirty."
    "It’s through that door on your right," he directed.
    Sami walked in to look around, but she came quickly back out again. "Don’t you have something bigger?"
    "That’s not a small bathroom, Sami. What’s wrong?"
    He was right. Even though it was about six times smaller than the bathroom in her loft, it wasn’t small by most standards. It was just a smaller area than she wanted to be closed up in at this moment, but that was something she couldn’t explain to him.
    Averting her eyes, she carefully avoided his question. "What about your bathroom. Couldn’t I use it?"
    "How do you know it’s any bigger?" he asked wryly.
    Sami knew intimately the type of house Daniel lived in. After all, she owned the mansion in Boston, plus a summer "cottage" on the fashionable East End of Long Island that could easily house eight families. The fact that she hadn’t been back to either of them since she moved to St. Paul didn’t alter anything.
    "Just a guess." She shrugged. "A house of this size is bound to have a huge master suite."
    He gave her another one of his slow smiles. "As it happens, you’re absolutely right. Come along. I’ll show you."
    They walked down the wide hall until they came to a set of double doors at its end. Throwing them open, Daniel allowed Sami to precede him into a bedroom that reflected the decor of the rest of the house, with perhaps a touch more masculinity apparent in the discriminating selection of the large pieces that appointed the room. Excruciatingly neat, the room had one entire wall of museum-quality paintings.
    But it was bigger than the other room, and she felt immediately more comfortable in it. Sami stepped out of her shoes and dropped her carpetbag carelessly on the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she observed Daniel picking them up. Without comment, he lay the purse in a chair and very tidily placed her shoes beneath it.
    Sami strolled through another set of double doors and discovered that the bath was indeed more spacious. Burgundy carpet carried through from the bedroom into the bath, and a shining oval tub was sunken into the middle of it. Gold-plated faucets and whirlpool jets equipped it, and dark blue towels, the exact shade of the cover on Daniel’s bed, lay folded and waiting nearby. It struck Sami as being too sterile, too inviolable, and she thought longingly of her own tub—a huge, high-backed red tub that sat on clawed feet in the middle of a screened-off area in her loft.
    Nevertheless, Sami turned to Daniel and said gravely, "This will do very nicely."
    The corners of his mouth twitched. "Good. I’m glad you found