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she’d just killed off the mood, she straightened and saw him opening a cabinet.
    Relief coursed through her when he came back to bed. “I thought you’d changed your mind,” she admitted softly as she welcomed him with open arms.
    “I would never leave a woman wanting.”
    Instead of being comforted, the thought of all the women who had come before her and the ones who’d come after crushed her. Not wanting to think about that now, she pushed away the thoughts and brought him down for another kiss.
    A sharp pierce of pain shuddered through her when he entered her. He hesitated a moment before he began moving slowly and easily.
    His groan sent delicious shivers coursing through her body. As the pain slowly eased to pleasure, he increased his pace and her hips instinctively rose up to meet his strokes. She moaned when he dipped his head to suckle her nipple.
    Pleasure coiled deep in her stomach and when her she felt as if she could take no more of this wonderful pleasure, a shard of lightning flashed through her and she screamed his name.
    Groaning, he continued moving.
    Waves and waves of delicious sensations coursed through her already sensitive body and she found herself edging closer and closer to another orgasm.
    The grip on her hips tightened and they came together.
    Little aftershocks coursed through her as he settled beside her. She couldn’t stop grinning. She felt amazing.
    Wondering if he felt the same, she turned around and she saw him looking at the ceiling. Figuring that he wasn’t one to talk after sex, she turned back and laid down.
    After a couple of minutes, he broke the silence. “I can’t believe he didn’t touch you.”
    Surprised at his voice, she opened her eyes. He was looking at her and the realization of what he meant hit her. Her stomach churned in disgust. He had thought she was his grandfather’s mistress?
    Sickened and aghast, she leapt out of the bed as quickly as she could and began searching for her clothes.
    “How could you?” she cried.
    He stood up and followed her. “Look, I’m sorry-”
    She whirled around to face him. “You’re sick. How could you even think that?”
    Not bothering to hear him out, she turned, shaking her head.
    She bent down to pick up her panties and when he moved towards her, she straightened and placed a hand between them. “Don’t.”
    Not even wanting to argue with him, she went towards the living room and picked up her discarded dress, ashamed at herself.
    “What was I supposed to think?” he asked as he followed her.
    She ignored him as she searched the room for her shoes. She didn’t know how she had fooled herself into thinking that he was really that glorified person she’d always made him out to be and not the jerk she’d met at the funeral. That had been the real him that day and she’d just been fooling herself, thinking otherwise.
    She spotted her shoes and groaned inwardly when she remembered that she was staying with him.
    Regretting that she hadn’t even tried getting back her room last night, she rushed inside of her room and slammed the door.
    Now that he couldn't see her, she didn't bother to stop the tears from falling as she leaned into the door.
    Of course, she’d heard the rumors of her and his grandfather, but the sting of Landen believing it as well was worse than all her co-workers combined.
    Thank God she leaving tomorrow and would never have to see him again.
     

Chapter Seven
    Relief coursed through Rebecca when she hit “send” on an email to a client.
    It was finally time to go home.
    She couldn't wait to kick off her heels and take a nice long bath. For a second, she wondered what Landen was doing before she cursed herself.
    After last week, she shouldn’t be sparing the bastard a thought, but some part of her couldn't let him go.
    Intent on not wasting another thought on him, she turned off her computer and felt a movement. She turned and felt her heart stop when she saw Landen looking down at her, his dark