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breast in one hand. Definitely real. His cock twitched in
     response.
    He wanted to do more than simply cup it. Oh, the very dirty things he longed to do
     to Allie Campbell. It was good she couldn’t read his mind. Her poor little head might
     explode.
    “I’m quite used to women falling for me, Miss Campbell, but you needn’t be so literal.”
    She jerked herself up and stared at his hand. “You’re still touching me.”
    Smiling cheerfully, he left his hand where it was. “So I am.”
    She tried to smack it away, but he remained unmoved. He watched her pull herself together
     and attempt to throw an apathetic look on her face. He wasn’t fooled. A hot flush
     stole over her cheeks and those flashing eyes revealed everything she was feeling.
     And right now, she wanted to punch him.
    “When you’re through feeling me up, may we eat? I’m starving.”
    He gave her points for the cool note in her voice. He assumed a serious expression.
     “Yes, of course, Miss Campbell.” He gave her breast one last, gentle squeeze and winked
     before letting go. Then he offered his arm to escort her to dinner.
    The dining room was large, with a table that could easily seat twenty. Not that he
     ever had guests. His home was a tranquil sanctuary in a chaotic world. Yellow and
     white flowers from the garden made up a floral arrangement in the middle of the table,
     and lighted tapers shimmered throughout the room.
    Trevor led Allie to a seat next to the head of the table. When she sat, he saw the
     back of the dress for the first time. He was willing to bet she hated being on display.
     That made him smile.
    Arnold served a salad and discreetly disappeared. Pouring them each a glass of wine,
     Trevor watched her from the corner of his eye.
    Allie appeared stiff and uncomfortable as she placed the napkin on her lap. He liked
     it better when she was hissing at him.
    “How is your room?”
    “It’s fine, thank you.” She proceeded to eat a small bite of lettuce, keeping her
     eyes on her plate.
    “And what about your family, Miss Campbell? How did they take the news?”
    “They were upset.”
    “Naturally. Did you tell them the truth?”
    She laid down her fork and looked up at him. “What do you think, Mr. Blake?”
    His gaze captured hers as he leaned closer and lowered his voice. “I do like it when
     you call me Mr. Blake. Maybe we’ll get you a naughty schoolgirl costume and I can
     play headmaster.”
    Pink flagged her cheeks, but she picked up her fork and resumed eating.
    There. That should take care of the Mr. Blake nonsense .
    Arnold brought in the soup—lobster bisque with homemade croutons. One of Trevor’s
     favorites.
    After taking a bite, Allie closed her eyes. With the smooth line of her throat exposed,
     those tantalizing tits peeking above the silky, black material, and it was all he
     could do to keep his hands to himself. But he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
    Her eyes fluttered open. “This is delicious.”
    “I’ll make sure Mrs. Hubert knows how much you like it.” Sounding hoarse, he took
     a sip of wine. Apparently this was going to be more difficult than he thought, living
     with Allie but not touching her. Torture, really, and he had brought it on himself.
    “So, you don’t have any family left?” she asked.
    “No, I don’t.” At least none he cared to claim.
    Sympathy filled her eyes. “I’m sorry. I know what that’s like, losing people you love.”
    He gave her a cold smile. “Don’t feel sorry for me, Miss Campbell. It’s you who should
     be pitied. If you didn’t care so much about your family, you’d have never agreed to
     fuck me.”
    She drew a sharp breath, shock and anger flashed in her eyes. “You’re right. If it
     weren’t for them, I wouldn’t look at you twice. And I’d have slapped you into next
     week for the things you said to me.”
    Yes, this was the fiery woman from this afternoon. He was glad she’d reappeared. Much
     better than the sympathetic,