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as I peeked through the crack in the door. I think she was pretending to be Maggie, trying to say whatever she could so she could escape before I woke up. Well, this sure as hell was a surprise.
    “Regina, that's not Maggie,” my mouth blurted out as I nudged the door open wider. My throat was dry from sleep and my words sounded scratchy, but I fucking loved that Clara was still in my house. “That's Clara. Could you please give us a minute?”
    Like the good employee that she was, Regina smiled politely, nodded, and walked away. Clara stayed frozen with her back to me, clearly not expecting me to have woken up. But that didn’t explain why she was here? She wore the same black dress she’d been in yesterday. Her hair was a tangled mess of blonde and pink. It was rumpled and sexy and had me slightly aroused. Then it occurred to me…Clara never left my house last night. She must have slept in one of the rooms. And just the thought of her sleeping in my house had my chest feeling all slippery inside. Breathing became difficult. Was my door open because she’d been checking in on me? Was she concerned about my leg?
    Wait…had she seen my bare fucking ass too?
    Oh, God.
    After a moment, Clara turned around and faced me. Her cheeks flushed red. Flushed! I smiled, unable to hide my feelings. She had definitely seen my ass. And if I wasn’t mistaken, I think she liked what she’d seen. She wouldn’t be so red right now if she hadn’t. Hell, she couldn’t even look me directly in the eyes.
    “What are you still doing here?” I asked, very amused and slightly annoyed. My whole life I’d been waiting for her to notice me. And instead of noticing me , she’d noticed my body. But then again, hell, at least she’d noticed something about me. Praise Jesus my gold-digging mother had been a hot gold-digging mother and I’d gotten all my good looks from her.
    Clara looked everywhere except directly at me. “I stayed last night—in your Grandma Bunny's room, I think—just to make sure you weren't going to die or anything.”
    “Aww,” I mocked, having too much fun with this. “Who knew you cared for me, killer? That's sweet.”
    “Well. Since you're alive and obviously fine ,” she groaned, growing instantly annoyed with me. “I'll just let myself out.” She turned, ready to leave me.
    “Clara, wait,” I said, my voice coming out rather desperate. Vulnerable, even. I hated to let so much emotion show, but I couldn’t let her leave. I just couldn’t. Not like this. She glanced back at me, over her shoulder, and her gaze drifted up to meet my eyes—finally. She inhaled a sharp breath as her gray eyes connected with mine. Her cheeks flushed all over again and she made no more attempts to leave.
    What. The. Fuck. Was I imagining her reacting to me?
    My teenage years were a blur and I’d fucked a lot of faceless girls during that time. I was celibate now, but that was beside the point. Nevertheless, I knew…without doubt, then and now…that I had a certain effect on women. Clara had always been immune to my charms. So what the hell was happening now? I had to be imagining this.
    Clara’s face turned sheet white. No, I wasn’t imagining anything. Clara felt this too and I could tell it was scaring the shit out of her.
    Suddenly Regina returned, interrupting us and pissing me off. It made me want to fire her on the spot. I thought I’d made it clear I wanted her to leave us alone seconds ago.
    “Mr. Maddox. Miss Clara. I don't mean to keep interrupting, but Mr. Maddox, you're way behind schedule. The plane was scheduled to leave at ten. Should I cancel the first meeting? We could try to postpone, but that might be tricky.”
    “What time is it?” I asked, peeling my eyes off Clara so I could glare at Regina.
    “Almost eleven.”
    “Dammit. Okay then...don't cancel or postpone anything. Not yet. Have Jeremy get ready to fly and I'll be downstairs in ten. Everything else is in order, I assume?”
    “Yes,