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to hug her until she squawked a protest. “I promise sex will only be part of it,” he teased, loosening his grip only slightly. “We’ll do Christine Warren
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    other things, too. Things people do when they want to get to know each other. Like talk
    …and watch movies…and play games…and order Chinese. What do you say?” She met his gaze in silence, and he could see her searching for some clue. He hoped what she found would reassure her of his sincerity. Finally she drew a deep breath and nodded once. “All right,” she agreed. “Since I’m stuck here anyway, there’s not much I can do to avoid you, I suppose.”
    He laughed triumphantly and hugged her again. “Perfect!” He planted a great big kiss on her surprised mouth before he pulled away and headed for the bedroom door. “Hang on a second, and I’ll dig up something for you to wear. Then I’ll take you out for breakfast. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” He couldn’t quite contain the spring in his step as he left her staring after him. As soon as she got dressed, he’d take her out to his favorite diner and feed her. With the things he had planned for their weekend together, she’d need to keep up her energy.

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Chapter Six
    Missy pulled on the black slacks Graham had provided and silently thanked whatever employee at his club had provided them. The idea of putting on her super-short dress from last night made her shudder, especially considering she lacked any sort of underwear to put on beneath it. The scraps left after Graham had torn her lingerie off her last night now graced the trashcan in the bathroom, and she struggled not to wriggle at the unfamiliar feel of going panty-less.
    She didn’t worry so much about the bra. Being a long way from a D-cup, she could get away without one, especially since the shirt she wore was one of Graham’s and could have fit three of her. She had to roll the sleeves almost up to the shoulders and tie the bulk of the material at her waist to keep from being overwhelmed by the thing, but it was comfortable, and the roomy fit hid the fact that her breasts were bare beneath it.
    All she really needed now was something to hide her feelings.
    Having the man of her dreams devoted to fulfilling all her fantasies went to a girl’s head, and Missy could only pray it wouldn’t go to her heart. Graham had just offered her the opportunity to spend an entire weekend living out her dreams, and she’d seized it with both hands. As much as she wanted to protect her feelings, she’d never be able to forgive herself if she didn’t do everything she could to have this one interlude with Graham. She knew perfectly well it couldn’t last forever. No matter what level of lust and curiosity Graham felt for her now, she knew it wouldn’t last. She just hoped she could be satisfied with her memories of this weekend when it ended. She couldn’t bare it if she spent the rest of her life in love with a man who had gotten bored with her.
    Graham stuck his head in the bedroom door just as she was contemplating her bare feet. Somehow her stiletto pumps from the night before just didn’t go with the outfit.
    “You almost ready?”
    “As ready as I can be,” she answered, dragging her attention back to the outside world and wiggling her toes, “but I think I fall in the ‘no shoes, no service’ category.” He pushed the door open and held out a pair of white tennis shoes. “I looked at your heels. No one on my staff wears a five and a half, but I got a pair of sevens and some thick socks.”
    “Thanks.” She took the shoes and sat on the edge of the mattress to pull them on.
    “I feel like I’ve taken rotten advantage of your waitresses, stealing all their clothes.”
    “You didn’t have to steal, they were donated. Besides, the shoes came from my secretary. She had the smallest feet.”
    He tapped his own booted foot against the floor while she laced the