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which, Karina decided she should check in with Ginny to let her know so far, so good.
    The call went to voicemail, and Karina left a message letting her know she had arrived safely. The time shown there was a little less than an hour until dinner, so she started to unpack. She rolled the suitcase to the closet and found it to be almost as big as her bedroom back home and already filled with amazing clothes. Wondering who they could belong to, she perused the labels. Many designers she recognized, quite a few she didn’t. It didn’t take long for Karina to realize that every single one was in her size. Were these meant for her? And how did he know her size? She found a shelf of shoes and tried one on. It was a beautiful nude pump with a red sole. She didn’t have to read the name on it to know it was a Christian Louboutin. Or that the pair of them were probably worth more than all the shoes she had in her closet back home. Again, the perfect size. But how ?
    A knock at the bedroom door made her jump, and she dropped the shoe, slipping her flat back on. She opened the door to find Tom on the other side, holding a garment bag and a laptop.
    “This just arrived,” he said, handing her the Mac notebook. “Sorry it wasn’t here sooner.”
    “Um, thank you?” Karina said, not really sure what she was supposed to say.
    “And Damien has suggested that you wear this for dinner tonight.”
    “Oh,” Karina said, taking the bag from him. “Okay.”
    “Is the room to your liking?” he asked. “Do you need anything else?”
    “No, it’s perfect. Thank you.” She started to close the door. “Wait,” she said, opening it again. She looked around to make sure Damien wasn’t within ear-shot. “Whose clothes are those in the closet?”
    Tom frowned. “They’re yours, of course. I tried to get a selection of current items, though a couple were directly requested by Damien. Are they not what you were expecting?”
    “No, it’s just that…how did you know what size to buy?”
    “Damien told me, of course.” As if that explained everything.
    “Well, thank you,” she told him again.
    He gave a nod and walked away. She shut the door and laid the laptop on a bedside table before moving back to the closet with the garment bag. There was a hook just inside the door that she hung the bag on and unzipped it. Inside was a simple navy silk dress. She tore off her clothes and tried it on. The thin material caressed her skin as it slipped on with ease. With a turn of her stomach, Karina realized it probably slipped off just as easily. She bent over and braced her hands on her knees, taking several deep breaths. She could do this. It was just like any other date she had been on. He wouldn’t be the first man she had slept with—far from it. He would, however, be the first to have bribed her for sex, though. A couple more deep breaths. Hopefully alcohol was served with dinner, because she was going to need all the liquid courage she could get.
     
    Karina walked into the dining room promptly at seven, a familiar pounding in her chest, to find Damien standing at the head of the table waiting for her. It was the first time she had seen him without his suit on, but he looked just as polished in slate-colored slacks and a crisp white shirt that looked that much brighter against his dark complexion.
    “You look amazing,” he whispered as she approached, and Karina caught the same hungry look in his eyes.
    “I suppose I have you to thank for that,” she said tartly. “You did request the dress, after all.”
    “I figured you might not know what to wear for the first night,” he said, holding out a chair for her. “I wanted to make it easier for you.”
    “Do you always get dressed up for dinner in your own home?” she asked as she sat down and let him push the chair in.
    “Only when I have guests,” he said, sitting in his own chair.
    “Do you have guests often?” Karina immediately reached for the glass already filled