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something wrong, Daniel?"
    He plopped the tray down beside her, causing most of the tea to slosh out of the cup, and onto the saucer. "Are you always so casual about men watching you bathe?" His tone was almost curt.
    And the navy color of his eyes had intensified. Sami felt a warm twisting sensation in the pit of her stomach that she had never felt before. He had taken off his jacket and tie, and several buttons of his shirt had been undone, revealing the thatch of curling hairs on his chest, which she had wondered about just a short time before. "Men don’t usually watch me bathe," she admitted uneasily, all at once doubting the wisdom of her lack of inhibition with this man, "but you’re my lawyer."
    Daniel thrust his hands in his pants and turned his back to her. "What in the hell has that got to do with anything?"
    Sami blinked at his harsh tone.
    He noticed her wet clothes draped over his shower and walked slowly over to where her panties hung. They were lace and very, very brief. He reached out to run his finger over them.
    Nervously, she sought action, and began soaping her legs, holding first one out of the water and then the other, running the soap up her calf to her thigh and then out the length of it to the end of her red-tinted toenails. The water beaded on her skin like drops of opalescent crystal. "I—I don’t see what you’re making such a fuss about. You’re my lawyer, I’m your client. We have an objective, professional relationship . . ."
    Her voice trailed off as she realized that Daniel had swung back around and his gaze was following the soap’s journey up and down the smooth shapeliness of her leg. Deciding that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to wash them after all, she abruptly stopped, and plunked her legs back into the water with a splash.
    This just made him switch his attention to the point on the water where her legs had disappeared. With undivided attention, he tracked the outline of her body beneath the surface until he came to the two rosy tips, which had broken irrepressibly free of the foam. Embarrassed beyond words, Sami sank up to her nose in the water. Unfortunately, this brought his attention to her eyes and her mass of honey-colored hair.
    "Is that my tie?" His voice sounded thick with suppressed emotion.
    Sami had to sit up a little to answer. "I hope you don’t mind."
    As he looked around the bathroom that she seemed to have so effortlessly commandeered, he shook his head as if to clear it. "Think nothing of it. I had already worn it once anyway." He glanced back at her wet clothes draped over the shower stall. "Just out of curiosity, what did you plan to wear to dinner tonight?"
    Sami shrugged, unknowingly making her breasts rise farther out of the water. "I really hadn’t given it any thought."
    His low laugh sent a wave of heat rolling through her. "For some reason, I don’t doubt that statement." Unexpectedly, he dropped to the floor beside the tub, beside her. A strange excitement flickered in Sami. "I don’t believe I’ve ever had a houseguest quite like you." His mind was obviously not on what he was doing, as he began absently to tease the surface of the water with his fingertips. The motion made the water play in sensuous rhythmic patterns against her skin, almost as if he were touching her himself. "Tell me about yourself."
    "Now?" The one word came out choked.
    "Where do you come from?"
    Just the question was enough to send a shudder through her. She didn’t want him to know where she came from. No one knew except Morgan and Jerome. Other friends might know one or two things about her—but not everything.
    "Are you cold?"
    Sami seized the excuse. "That’s it! I am . . . and if you don’t mind leaving, I’d like to get out of the tub now."
    The glittering navy eyes lowered to her mouth. Drops of moisture clung to her lips and Sami nervously licked them off. "Tell me," he asked huskily, "does our objective, professional relationship allow me to help you