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much. I want to be with you all the time. That’s not an excuse though.”
    “Not much of a compliment.”
    He sighs. “Why do you put up with me?”
    I don’t answer his question, but the thought of his dominance in bed goes through my head.
    “You don’t have to go to that party tomorrow if you don’t want to,” he says. “It was selfish of me to make you feel obligated like that.”
    “Too late,” I reply. “I’ve already brought the perfect dress.”
    “I wish I could see you in it.”
    “Me too.”
    “Actually, I wish I could see you without it on.” His voice smiles.
    Our conversations always turn to sex. It’s like that’s all we have left.
    “Tell me about your day,” I state to him, directing the conversation away from our desires.
    “You wouldn’t want to hear about it. It’s been really boring meeting after really boring meeting. A lot of old men talking about how to make more money.”
    “Come on, something interesting had to have happened. What did you have for lunch?”
    “Lunch?” he ponders the thought for a while. “Lunch was a quick break for a steak in between meetings.”
    I giggle.
    His dietitian ordered him to have more protein at lunch so that he could maintain his ripped physique.
    His discipline and determination always impresses me.
    I wish I could be that controlled.
    “Is Natasha with you?”
    Damn.
    Why did I ask that question?
    “Yes… she is my secretary, Jennifer. She works for me.”
    Damn.
    I knew I shouldn’t have asked that question. Now I sound like a whining girlfriend.
    I’m not that person.
    At least, I never used to be.
    “So what are you wearing now?” His voice takes on a deeper, huskier tone and I nibble my lip as I sink back onto the pillows.
    The conversation has turned back to sex and that is where we are most comfortable…
     
     

 
    Chapter 7
     

 
     
     
     
    The next day I arrive at Grace’s estate at around one o’clock. I’m still buzzing from my phone conversation with Joshua last night. We talked for over an hour, ending with a toe-curling session of phone sex.
    I arrive feeling confident and even a little excited.
    It’s been a while since I’ve been to a party. Once all the tension of not knowing anyone disappeared, I started wondering if my earlier sadness was caused not so much by Joshua’s absence but by my own loneliness.
    I haven’t really socialized much since selling my business, but that’s not Joshua’s fault. He never stopped me from going out or seeing friends – that was all me.
    Today that’s all going to change.
    I stride up the steps to the enormous front doors and ring the bell.
    I can hear the live orchestra filtering through from what I know is a breathtaking garden. Even if I don’t really know anyone, I do know that the food will be mouthwatering and the music will be incredible.
    I will enjoy this party.
    My mantra ends suddenly when a dour-looking housekeeper swings the door open.
    My first impression is that she looks like an angry vulture.
    Her mouth is tight and pursed, her nose is long and thin and her eyes peer out at me as though I’d arrived at midnight, in the middle of a storm, looking for shelter.
    “Hello?” she says and just stands there in the doorway.
    “Um, hi,” I say back.
    Is there a code word I should have used or a secret knock?
    “I’m here for the garden party?” It comes out as a question and I hate how I can feel myself shrinking back.
    “Do you have an invitation?”
    I just look at her.
    Are you actually kidding?
    For a split second I consider simply turning and walking away.
    To hell with these snooty assholes!
    “Jennifer!” The loud squawk comes from somewhere behind the vulture and she moves aside.
    Grace is smiling and practically jittering on her feet.
    Like always, I feel myself shrinking slightly in her presence.
    She’s beautiful, not in the warm, welcoming way like Nicole, but in a stunning, breathtaking way that sometimes seems almost inhuman.
    Or