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ignored her gasp and focused on the road. He needed answers or he was going to turn the car around and do what he should have done when she greeted him at the door wearing the dress he’d personally picked out for her.
    He knew what she was doing of course. She was building walls. He recognized the withdrawal because it was what he’d decided to do when he’d left for his apartment that morning. That was before that blasted phone call which had left him hard and burning for her. He’d almost rushed back to her apartment but had made himself stay at the office and finish what he had to do. Then he’d gone to his apartment to get ready. Even now, he was in a state of partial arousal. He heard her sigh. “Was it the car?”
    “I don’t know anyone who drives an Aston Martin,” she told him. “I don’t know anyone who can afford to drive one.”
    “What does that have to do with anything?”
    “You’re stinking rich aren’t you?” She made it sound like an accusation.
    Alex couldn’t believe his ears. “You have a problem with the fact that I drive this car?” What if she saw the Ferrari or the Yacht? Or any of the other toys he had but didn’t take seriously? He choked down a laugh.
    “I thought you were just a normal guy, you know…” she trailed off.
    “I’m no longer normal because I drive this car?” he asked in disbelief.
    “The things you bought me,” she gestured to the gown she was wearing. “This is Vera Wang.”
    “So? You had a fight with Vera or something?”
    “Don’t patronize me Alex.” She sounded upset. “I have a good idea how much dresses like these cost and the shoes, the purse… now this car.” She sighed. “I’m not sure this was a good idea.”
    Damnation, the woman was serious!  Every woman who had been with him had wanted what his money could get them and now the one woman he wanted to be with had a problem with his money? Alex felt something tighten in his chest as he shot a look at Angie. He was falling for this woman and she would be leaving in less than a week.
    Alex drove up the driveway of his grandparents’ imposing mansion and turned off the engine. They sat silently for a while before he turned to Angie. He stretched out a hand and curved it around her neck, bringing his face to hers for a passionate kiss. The kiss was hot and fierce, both possessive and tender. And Angie’s eyelids fluttered shut as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.
    Breaking the kiss he touched his forehead to hers. “Try and forget about the car tonight okay? I want you to have fun. Will you do that for me?” She chewed on her lip, all pretense of lipstick gone, then nodded reluctantly. “Good.”
    They got out of the car and as he handed the keys to the valet, Alex placed his hands on the small of Angie’s back and noticed the small shiver that went up her spine. No matter her reservations, her reaction to him was elemental. He intended to remind her of that much later.

Chapter Five
     
    Angie remembered the conversation several hours later as she watched Alex sharing a smile with one of his many relatives. She couldn’t believe she’d actually referred to the Farhadi’s gala as a shindig. There was nothing shindig about that party. It screamed of wealth, complete with expensive champagne and jewel clad women. Alex had introduced her to his grandparents and she had promptly fallen in love with Samira Farhadi’s sparkling eyes and warm personality. The elegantly dressed woman had kissed her on both cheeks then proceeded to examine her from head to toe.
    “You are a beautiful woman,” she stated simply.
    Angie blinked in surprise. “Thank you Mrs. Farhadi.”
    “Oh no, no, no!” She let out a delighted laugh. “Please, don’t make me feel any older than my age. Samira will do quite well.”
    And Angie had agreed to call her by her name. She couldn’t blame the woman, she didn’t look like anyone’s grandmother. Angie said as much, which had elicited another