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since he had to turn it almost upside-down to get the
last sip out.
    Sarah
tipped the bellboy and then fussed around with her bags. She’d had to buy new
luggage too, since she’d never be able to fit all this in the bag she’d brought
with her from Iceland.
    She
waited for Jonathan to notice how nice she looked.
    A
couple of minutes later, she realized she was waiting in vain. He was obviously
caught up in whatever he was working on.
    So
she started lugging bags to her room with a sigh.
    She
was about to turn around to get another load of bags, but Jonathan had gotten
up and was hauling the rest of them for her. At least he wasn’t so oblivious
he’d forgotten to be nice.
    He
dropped the bags on the floor of her room as he stared at her.
    He’d
obviously just realized her appearance had changed.
    She
glanced down at herself self-consciously. Her pretty clothes were all still in
place. She got a happy shiver when she saw them.
    “What
did you do?” he asked at last.
    “What
did I do ?” she repeated, a wave of disappointment washing over her. His
face reflected no pleasure or admiration at all. Just surprise. “What do you
think I did? I got new clothes. And a haircut.”
    She’d
gone up to the salon on the top floor of the department store. They’d cut off
several inches of her hair and given it some long layers. Since it was lighter
than normal, it waved rather than bushed out. The stylist had suggested some
lowlights to deepen the red color, and she’d agreed. She’d also agreed to an
eyebrow wax, a manicure and a pedicure. She felt absolutely gorgeous when she’d
left the department store at last, and she’d never felt that way before.
    It
would have been nice if Jonathan noticed.
    “Oh,”
he said, blinking and eyeing her from top to bottom like she was a bizarre
creature in a museum. “You look…”
    She
waited for him to finish. “Gorgeous” would make her happy. “Pretty” would be
satisfying. “Nice,” would be all right and probably more characteristic of him.
    “Different.”
    Sarah
froze for a moment, registering what he’d said. Then she turned away, hiding
her hurt feelings.
    It
didn’t matter what he thought. He didn’t have to like how she looked. She’d
always known that Jonathan Damon would never fall for her.
    She
just didn’t want to embarrass herself or him at the fancy house party.
    Maybe
someone else would think she was pretty.
    ***
    Sarah looked like a
gorgeous stranger, and Jonathan didn’t like it at all.
    She
looked elegant, like she might belong in his uncle’s social circle—something
Jonathan had never felt himself. That idea made him uncomfortable.
    She
also looked incredibly lush and sexy, despite the demure, ladylike outfit. The
skirt emphasized her ass in a way he’d never noticed before, and the soft
cashmere clung to her breasts. She made him think about sex, and that was even
more uncomfortable.
    Sarah
was incredibly important to his work—he couldn’t at the moment imagine doing
his job without her—so he couldn’t allow himself to ever think about her in any
other way.
    Hopefully,
she wouldn’t look so irresistible for the entire coming week.
    His
uncle had sent a car and driver to pick them up, and he’d brought a scientific journal
to pass the time on the drive to the estate. That normally would have been
enough to distract him from any uncomfortable thoughts, but he kept noticing
Sarah shifting beside him on the seat. He kept smelling a light, fresh
fragrance that was obviously her.
    She
was never one to make small talk, only speaking if she had something to say.
He’d always liked that about her, but now the silence was strangely oppressive.
    Something
seemed to be the matter with her, but he had no idea what it was.
    Finally,
he put down the journal with a sigh, wishing he’d thought to bring his coffee
with him.
    He
glanced over at Sarah. Her shoulders were stiff and her face pointed away from
him. “Is this going to be okay?” he asked,