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if
the man I am meeting at the furniture store today is still going to
be the same sweet man I left yesterday morning or if he's going to be
the Dom I met at Flesh.

    ***

    I arrive at the
furniture store fifteen minutes early, parking near the front so I
can see Lucian no matter what entrance he comes from. Then I realize
that I have no idea what he drives, so I'm not even sure what I'm
looking for. I dig my phone out of my purse and stare down at the
screen, at all of the text messages I've sent him that he hasn't
responded to. Everything as cordial as asking how his day was going
and what he was doing. Is there even any point in asking what he
drives? I'm sure it will be something flashy and expensive—something
I'd see from a mile away. Rich guys usually drive fast sports cars.
Not wanting to be disappointed by his lack of a response again, I set
my phone down in the cup holder of my car. If he's late, I'll call
him. Maybe then he'll answer me.
    He's not late
though. He's right on time. And I definitely know when he's arrived.
    Instead of a flashy
sports car, I see a limo pull up in front of the store and drop him
off. Does he drive himself anywhere, I wonder? The same limo picked
us up from Fleshfest. Maybe he's just so wealthy that he doesn't need
to own a car. For some reason, it reminds me that I still don't know
a lot about him. This is trivial stuff though, little things that can
be learned over time. He told me a lot of really big, important stuff
when he explained about the pictures and how he got the house.
    “ Hey
there.” I greet him as I approach the limo.
    He looks like a
movie star, wearing dark sunglasses, his hair perfectly combed to the
side. He's in black from head to toe, crisp slacks and a polo shirt.
He stuffs his hands casually in his pockets, and it seems almost like
he's striking a pose. That's all in my imagination though. Good God,
he's gorgeous. Just seeing him standing there like a picture of
flawlessness makes me feel frumpy.
    “ I'm
glad I got the place right.” His gaze shifts up to the big
block letters of the furniture store sign.
    “ Yup,
you've got the right place.” I knit my fingers together in
front of me, suddenly feeling small and mousey.
    “ Shall
we?” He takes his hands out of his pockets to open the door for
me.
    I nod, blushing as I
walk past him. I hate that he makes me feel like this, that my blood
gets warm just from being around him. He has some kind of pull over
me. I wonder if other women feel it from him as well. Probably. Just
looking at him makes my hormones bounce up and down and scream for
sex. Sex on legs. That's what he is.
    “ I
thought we'd look at beds today.” I pull the pictures out of my
purse that I printed of the furniture we're here to look at. As I do,
my eyes catch one of the salesmen coming towards us. He's the guy I
usually deal with. Well, have dealt with the few times that I've
actually physically had to come to this store.
    “ Hello,
Miss Underwood. We've been expecting you.” He beams at me.
    “ Hey,
Walter.” I smile back at him. “We're here to check out
some furniture today.” I immediately feel like an idiot after
saying it. Of course, we're here to look at furniture. Why else would
we be at a furniture store. I swear, being around Lucian makes me
completely lose my mind at times.
    I start to hand the
pictures over, but Lucian catches my wrist. A small gasp escapes my
lips as I look up at him. He's staring directly at Walter, a forced
smile on his face.
    “ That
won't be necessary,” he says in a tone that borders between
friendliness and sternness.
    Walter takes the
pictures from my hand anyway and looks down at them, ignoring Lucian,
though I can hear the nervousness in his tone. “That's quite
alright. I can show you where these pieces are at. It will be no
trouble at all.”
    “ I
think we'd rather take our time looking around.” Lucian drags
me into the store past Walter.
    I practically
stumble before catching my