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and your shower. I’m sure you have a few questions for me.”
    It might be the only opening I had and I took it. “Can I ask you something, sir?”
    “Of course. This is your table.”
    I took a deep breath. “How did you know I didn’ttake a shower yesterday morning or this morning? Do you live here during the week or do you have a place in the city? How did—”
    “One question at a time, Abigail,” he said, holding a hand up. “I am an extraordinarily observant man. Your hair didn’t look like it’d been washed yesterday. I guessed you didn’t take a shower this morning because you rushed in here like you had a demon chasing you. I live here on weekends and have a place in the city.”
    “You didn’t ask if I followed your instructions last night.”
    “Did you?”
    “Yes.”
    He took another sip of coffee. “I believe you.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you can’t lie—your face is an open book.” He folded his napkin and placed it beside his plate. “Never play poker, you’ll lose.”
    I wanted to be angry, but couldn’t. I’d tried to play poker once with Felicia and lost badly. “Can I ask another question?”
    “I’m still at the table.”
    I smiled. Yes, he was. All that hard man-muscle, that gorgeous body, that smug grin—they were still at the table. With me. “Tell me about your family.”
    He raised an eyebrow, as if he couldn’t believe that was what I wanted to know. “I was adopted by my aunt, Linda, when I was ten. She’s Chief of Staff at Lenox.My uncle died a few years ago. Their only child, Jackson, plays for the Giants.”
    “I’ve seen his picture in the papers,” I said. “My best friend, Felicia, asked if I knew whether or not he was single.”
    His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed together in a thin line. “How much did you tell your friend about me?” he asked. “I believe the papers from Godwin were very clear concerning my stance on confidentiality.”
    “It’s not like that,” I said. “Felicia’s my safety call; I had to tell her. But she understands, she won’t tell anyone anything. Trust me, I’ve known her since grade school.”
    “Your safety call? Is she in the lifestyle?”
    I shook my head. “Quite the opposite, actually, but she knows I wanted this weekend, so she agreed to do it for me.”
    My answer seemed to satisfy him, he gave a slight nod. “Jackson doesn’t know about my lifestyle and, yes, he’s single.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “I have a tendency to be a bit overprotective—he’s had to deal with his share of gold-diggers.”
    “Felicia’s not a gold-digger. Granted, it doesn’t hurt that he’s a good-looking professional athlete. But she’s got the biggest heart of anyone I know and is loyal to a fault.”
    He didn’t look convinced. “What does she do?”
    “She’s a kindergarten teacher. Petite, red-headed, and gorgeous.”

    “Why don’t you give me her number? I’ll pass it on to Jackson and he can decide if he wants to call her.”
    I smiled. Felicia would owe me big-time.
    His expression grew serious. “Getting back to what I said earlier, I want you to wear my collar, Abigail. Please consider it while you shower. Meet me in my room in an hour and we’ll discuss it further.”
    His collar? Already? I wasn’t expecting to be collared so quickly. How come whenever I spoke with Nathaniel I always felt more flustered and confused at the end of the conversation than I did at the beginning?
    From his spot on the floor, Apollo looked up at me and whined.

    An hour later, Nathaniel waited for me in his room, holding a box. A cushioned bench was in the middle of the floor. He waved toward it. “Have a seat.”
    When I’d left my bathroom earlier I found a silver satin bathrobe with matching panties and a bra waiting for me on the bed. I thought it was pretty high-handed of Nathaniel to set my clothes out, but I had agreed to his terms.
    Which was why I gathered the robe around me and sat as daintily as