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Sam woke to the raucous chuckles of a kookaburra and stretched, wondering what had happened to her cotton T-shirt during the night. She always wore the faded rugby shirt to bed, yet it had miraculously disappeared.

In that second, reality rashed over her and she sat bolt upright, clutched the sheet to her chest, and glanced around the room as memories of last night flooded back.

It hadn’t been a dream.

She’d slept in the master bedroom—with its antique Blackwood furniture and burgundy lined drapes—in the king-sized four poster bed, wearing nothing but a smile.

And the man who had put it there was nowhere in sight.

She’d been dreading this moment ever since she’d thrown caution to the wind yesterday and decided to seduce Dylan.

How should she act afterward? What should she say?

They weren’t strangers who could walk away without a backward glance. She still had a job to do, even if it was only for another week. Yet how could she face him now, with the scorching memories of sex burned into her brain, and keep their relationship business focussed?

Determined not to make a fool of herself, she slid out of bed and winced, aching in muscles she didn’t know existed. She needed a shower, fresh clothes, and a steaming mug of coffee in that order. Then, and only then, could she entertain the thought of facing Dylan.

She picked up her discarded clothes from the floor, crept across the hallway, and scurried into her room, thankful the man who rocked her world last night was nowhere in sight.

Maybe she’d figure out what to say during her shower? She sighed with pleasure as she stepped under the steaming jets and let the hot water sluice down her body, wondering if he was avoiding her.

Not that she could blame him. He probably thought she’d lost her mind, coming onto him last night after practically falling apart earlier that afternoon.

She would have a lot of explaining to do… if she ever plucked up enough courage to leave the shelter of her room.

Reaching for the soap, her hand stilled as a blast of cold air hit her back, closely followed by the warmth of a hard, male body.

Anaroused, male body, pressing firmly against her.

“Let me do that.”

Dylan wrapped his arms around her from behind and she leaned back, her legs turning to jelly as he soaped the front of her body, circling her breasts in slow, concentric circles until she groaned aloud.

So much for figuring out what to say to him. There wasn’t much need for talking as she lost herself in the passionate haze of Dylan’s attention—rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, licking her neck in long sweeps, sliding his hand down the front of her body before his fingers delved between her legs—every erotic movement clearly reflected in the mirror opposite, heightening her senses until the pleasure built, hermuscles spasmed, and her world exploded in a kaleidoscope of satiation.

As her heart rate returned to a pace resembling normal, she sagged against him, not trusting herself to speak.

“See you in the kitchen.”

He planted a quick peck under her earlobe and stepped out of the shower, as if the last twenty-four hours had never happened.

And just like that, Sam realised the secret dream she’d been harbouring for the last few months, the one where Dylan would fall madly in love with her and become her fiancé for real, had been just that, a fanciful dream.

Now, it was time to wake up.

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Sam deserved a trophy.

In fact, she deserved an entire truckload of acting awards for the performance she put on today.

She’d been the epitome of the efficient personal assistant, like her boss wanted. Because that’s how Dylan had behaved all day, like a tyrannical boss who demanded nothing less than perfection from an employee.

There hadn’t been a hint of the intimacies they shared last night, not to mention their steamy session in the shower this morning.

Instead, he pretended as if nothing had happened between them and she picked up on his cues and followed suit. After all, it was for the best. They had no future beyond next week and it was time she started to believe it.

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