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a smile, she tidied up what little mess she’d made getting dressed that morning. Swapped the bedsheets, tossing the ones they’d all but demolished into the wash, and freshened up. By the time she’d had a quick shower, applied light makeup and donned a matching lace bra and panties set that she didn’t mind being torn to shreds, there was a knock at the door.
    With boldness that she discovered she liked, Chelsea swept the door open with a smile.
    Daniel paused to stare. His focus darted downward, pausing at the interesting bits, before returning to meet her gaze. “Now that’s how you should always answer the door.”
    Laughing, she stepped back to let him in. “To everyone? Or just you?”
    He pecked her on the cheek as he slid a hand over her ribcage to cup her breast. “I think we should keep this between us, don’t you?” Daniel lifted a bag she hadn’t noticed him carrying. “I saw you didn’t get much to eat, so I brought a little something.”
    He’d spotted that? She had been so busy that she hadn’t even realized. “Thanks. I’ll get some plates.”
    Pulling a bottle of wine out, he winked. “And some glasses.”
    She caught a glimpse of the vintage on her way into the kitchen. Impressed, Chelsea nodded as she grabbed what they’d need. “Very nice.”
    “I aim to please.” He took out a couple of trays and put them on her coffee table next to the wine. “And, not to disparage your interior-design skills…” Two candlesticks followed. He quickly produced a lighter and lit them.
    “So what did you bring? Leftovers?” She wasn’t ashamed to admit that she was actually hoping for something he’d made. Daniel’s cooking was divine. Cara never would have let him have free rein in her kitchen otherwise.
    “No. I’ve brought something I whipped up after work.”
    Curious, she sat next to him on the tiny couch and waited eagerly for him to lift the tray covers. What could he have put together so quickly?
    Turns out quite a bit. The mingling of scents caused a rumble in her stomach. How he had managed a three-course meal that looked so intricate had to be a chef thing. If she’d attempted the same, it would have been a disaster.
    He quickly dished out the food and swept a hand toward it all. “Enjoy.” While he poured the wine, he watched her taste it with a confident smile. “What do you think?”
    “I don’t know what you put in this noodle thing, but it’s amazing.”
    Daniel chuckled “Noodle thing? You’ve been working in the restaurant how long now?”
    “Shut up. I’m starving and my brain doesn’t work when my stomach’s empty.”
    “Then, by all means, eat up.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned in to nuzzle the delicate skin just below her ear. “I need every part of you in working order later.”
    Her hunger for food burned away with his words. It was ridiculous how instantaneously her body reacted to his touch, but Chelsea liked it. She couldn’t think of a reason not to. Being with him was fun, exciting—freeing. She sat there in her underwear eating a meal, for goodness’ sake! Yet another first.
    She just had to remember not to lose her head. It was a fling. Nothing more.
    And she intended to enjoy every moment of it.
    With a flick of her wrist, she pushed the plate away.
    Daniel looked at her questioningly. “What’s wrong?”
    Sidling closer, she took his plate away. “What makes you think anything is wrong?” Chelsea eased herself onto his lap to straddle him. “I just figured that we could enjoy your meal later.”
    Gripping her thighs, he adjusted his position, pressing his rapidly hardening erection against her as he did so. “I like the way you think.”
    “And here I thought you were only interested in my body.” A burst of laughter exploded from her when he deftly picked her up and rolled her beneath him. His weight on her was something else she was really beginning to enjoy, as was the sensation of his lips on her breasts. But when