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something you approve of."
    A surge of guilt assailed Sami, and she tried to reassure him. "Oh, you have an extremely nice home. I’m sorry if I gave you any other impression. After all, I’m very grateful. You practically saved my life. It’s just that it’s . . ."
    "Yes?" He raised his dark eyebrows.
    "Well, it’s a little stuffy," she mumbled apologetically.
    "Stuffy?" His voice sounded louder than it had a minute before.
    "Formal," she amended.
    "Uh, is there anything else you need or want before I leave you to your bath?"
    "You wouldn’t happen to have any bubble bath, would you?" she inquired hopefully.
    "I’m afraid not."
    Sami nodded forgivingly. "That’s okay. I didn’t think you would." Stripping off her headband, she threw it nonchalantly across the room and ran her hands through her mass of hair.
    Daniel cleared his throat. "Well, if that’s all, I’ll leave you now. I’m sure you can find everything you’ll need."
    Bells of alarm went off in her head at the thought that Daniel was really leaving her this time. "Wait!"
    He paused at the door and looked back at her inquiringly.
    Balanced on one leg, with one bare foot on top of the other. Sami began twisting a curl nervously around her finger, thinking fast of some logical reason for her outburst. "Do—do you suppose I could have a cup of tea? I’m quite thirsty."
    "Sure." He gave her that smile of his that she was coming to find so attractive. "I’ll have one ready for you by the time you’re finished."
    Searching through the cabinets, Sami found some liquid soap. She squirted some of it in the sink and quite a bit more of it in the tub, then turned the water on in both. Stepping out of her camisole, skirt, and panties, she dunked them in the sink. They were all the clothes she had with her, and she wasn’t about to put dirty clothing on in the morning. Once the clothes were washed and rinsed, she draped them artfully over the clear glass shower stall to dry. Then at last, satisfied with her work, she looked around curiously.
    Spying another door just outside the bathroom, she opened it and found a large rectangular closet, actually a small room in itself. Ceiling-high shelves held neat rows of shoes, while a wall of drawers revealed stacks of freshly laundered shirts. One long rod held suits hung according to the four seasons, colors and styles. And another rod held sport coats, blazers, and slacks that were perfectly spaced two inches apart. At the back of the closet, well over a hundred ties were arranged by pattern and color.
    Feeling more than a little intimidated, Sami grabbed a tie at random and left the closet as quickly as she could. Using the tie, she bound her hair in a halo of golden curls on top of her head, then lowered herself into the tub with a sigh of pure pleasure. After spending half of the afternoon lying on a dirty sidewalk and the other half frightened out of her wits in a police station, the hot, steamy water was truly heaven.
    Sami shut her eyes and leaned back, willing the hot water to steam the accumulated terrors of the day out of her bones. She had been lying there for about fifteen minutes when a knock sounded at the door. "I’ve got your tea. Are you decent?"
    "Yes. Come on in," Sami called drowsily, not possessing an inhibited bone in her body.
    Daniel swung open the door and walked in, carrying a tray, but he came to an abrupt stop at the sight of her in the tub. "For the love of God, Sami! I thought you said you were decent."
    "Well, I am," she replied, quite unperturbed. "Everyone says so." She patted the carpet by the side of the tub. "Just put it right here."
    Daniel stood silently, staring at Sami. There was only a thin layer of bubbles left on the surface of the still-warm water, and under them, her skin glistened with a shimmering peach luster. Every now and then, a glimpse could be had of her breasts, high and firm, peeking enticingly through the water.
    Sami watched as his mouth tightened. "Is there