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clothing out to lay them on the lounge. Each one seemed worse than the next. One had off-the-shoulder sleeves. One had a plunging neckline that her lack of bosom wouldn’t do much good. Another was short, coming only to her midcalf. Each dress she rejected on sight, until the entire wardrobe was empty.
    “I liked the purple,” Jason said.
    She picked it back up and turned, holding the fluffy creation in front of her. It only had a sleeve for the right shoulder. The other must have been ripped off, leaving behind some straggling thread. “I’m not sure if it’ll conform to my measurements.”
    “Your breasts are perfect.”
    Again, heat engulfed her face. “You shouldn’t say such things.”
    He pushed from the doorframe, closed the door, and walked toward her. With each step, her heart sped up at the predatory gleam shining from the green depths of his eyes.
    He stopped in front of her, so close she could see the dark bands around his irises, the thick lashes. He had a strong aristocratic nose, high cheekbones, and full lips that had parted slightly. His warm breath had a hint of mint as he bent his head toward her.
    “You’re this unique blend of innocence and fire, aren’t you? May I?” he asked as he took the dress and tossed it somewhere behind her.
    Very gently, he tilted her face upward in both of his hands. She trembled a little. He made her nervous. Not in a scared, terrified way, but she knew he could change her. Jason Braddock was the type of man who could make a woman forget all the rules of self-decorum and strict morals. He was dashing and debonair, a man with charm, and he knew how to use it.
    He brought his mouth lightly to hers, the kiss nothing more than a brushing of lips. But after a moment, he deepened it, teasing them apart. His arms slid around her, bringing her fully against his hard body. His tongue eased in, exploring, mingling with her own. She moaned, caught off guard. Never in her wildest imagination had she ever thought a kiss would be something so incredibly erotic, more than two mouths pressing against each other. She was dizzy, breathless, her head swirling out of reality. Her body was heating from the inside out, a delicious warmth that promised heaven. She wanted more. She wanted him . She wanted to be under him. She wanted to be consumed by him, taken in ways she couldn’t even possibly imagine.
    And it was wrong. It was all wrong. Jason Braddock could never be the type of man she needed, one who would be all hers, one who wouldn’t place restrictions on her or force her into a box. She had met men like Jason before, a charmer who used his good looks to seduce women until they promised to do anything or be anyone but who they really were.
    Avilon broke the kiss and sucked in a lungful of air. She tried to move away from Jason’s hard body, but his arms were like steel bands around her. He wasn’t letting her budge.
    “Don’t move,” he murmured, his voice rough silk.
    “Let me go.”
    He shook his head. “I don’t think I could ever let you go again.”
    “W–What?”
    Jason took a deep breath and pulled her in close again. But instead of kissing her mouth, he pressed his lips to her forehead.
    “Jason?” she asked, not quite sure what he meant.
    “Are you hungry?”
    “Um, yes,” she replied as her mind whirled, confused at the change in topic.
    He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll have something sent up.”
    She managed to push away from him and retreated a few steps back, putting enough distance between them to break the haze over her mind.
    “Does it get deducted from my pay?”
    “What pay? You wanted questions answered, as I recall.”
    “Then I’ll be eating all my meals here?”
    “Well, you do have a room upstairs.”
    “Oh, no,” she said as she shook her head vigorously. “I’ll retain my present accommodations.”
    “And that is where?”
    “The Sisters of the Sacred Heart were kind enough to offer me a bed at their parish on Vallejo