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information on the dress code for dinner, so Lexy called out, “Come in!”
    Would she be expected to wear one of these outfits? She normally ate her dinner in her pajamas with Max snuggled up next to her, smelling all clean, just out of the bath. She blinked back the tears, already missing her little boy, to find Daniel leaning against the door to the wardrobe.
    He was so gorgeous she went on the offense to hide her reaction to him. “What are these?”
    “Clothes.” His full lips twitched upward, drawing an answering smile from her.
    “Thank you for your brilliant insight. Whose clothes?”
    “Yours.”
    “I didn’t pack these things.”
    “Nevertheless, they are yours. If I have to wear Destin Designs in public, then so should you. The helpful receptionist at your company gave me your sizes. There are shoes, too, somewhere.” He stepped into the room and it was as though all the air had been sucked out. He’d had a shower, his hair still slightly damp and curled against the collar of his suit. And God help her, the cologne—it should be illegal for a man to smell that good. She took another deep breath, and his gaze fastened on hers. Busted. “There’s also a bottle of perfume for you. It’s not bad. Don’t you agree?”
    “What? Yes, you smell nice. But really, I can’t wear these clothes. And I’m not supposed to be seen in public. I’m just to hang around in the background and steer you clear of any mistakes, manage your…”
    He put his hand up against the wall behind her, trapping her between the clothes and his tall, hard body. “You think you can manage me?” His minty fresh breath ruffled the wisps of her hair that had sprung free from her bun. She didn’t dare lick her lips in case he misinterpreted the action to think she wanted him to kiss her. But man, did she want him to kiss her.
    “Not you; your affairs,” she said, her voice annoyingly breathless.
    He shifted even closer. From this distance she could see his green eyes were flecked with gray. No wonder they were so mesmerizing. “You’re planning on pimping me out?” His eyes focused on her lips.
    “No, of course not. I’m just here to…” Why the hell am I here again? His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his lips parted slightly, and his eyes softened. He was in full playboy mode, which was pretty powerful stuff to a woman who hadn’t had sex since her husband walked out the door almost four years ago. But Lexy wasn’t going to fall for that. Still…
    He reached past her and fingered the fabric of the blue dress right next to her ear. “This is my favorite. Will you wear it tonight?”
    She had to get control. Now. Before she flung herself at him. Adventure was one thing. Desperation another. “I don’t think so. It’s not really a dinner-at-home dress.”
    The back of his fingers brushed her cheek as he withdrew his hand. “Shame. Well, whatever you choose, you’ll be beautiful.” He took a step back and she drew in a relieved breath, which only filled her head with his scent again and drew his eyes to her breasts. He cleared his throat. “I’ll meet you in the petit salon at seven. If you lose your way, just shout and I’ll organize a search party.”
    “Yes. Sure. Seven. I’ll be there.”
    With a chuckle, he left. She waited until she heard the bedroom door click closed and then flung off her clothes to try on the blue dress. It took a bit of contorting to do the zip up at the back. Obviously it was a gown meant to be done up, or down, by someone else. Probably the reason Daniel liked it. She found the matching shoes in a box on the nearby shelf. Slipping them on, she released her hair from its tight bun and let it fall around her shoulders. She dared one peek at the full-length mirror, then another. The fat girl she’d always be in her mind refused to believe what her eyes were telling her. Holy heck in a teapot she was sexy, if she did say so herself. She almost went in search of Daniel to see if