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“Bath or no bath?” he asked her.

“Bath,” she said, although she’d just taken one before he picked her up. But it would give her time to think.

He ran her bath water and then handed her a silk bathrobe. “I’ve got to return some phone calls,” he said. Then he grabbed both of her hands and looked her into her eyes. But it wasn’t a sensual look. It almost looked to Frankie as if he had some trepidation too. “I’ll be back,” he said.

But when he said those words, the sexual tension returned. Because she knew what those words meant. She was a veteran to what they meant. He wanted her to get good and ready to pay him back for that wonderful meal and conversation. To get ready for the hit and run. To expect nothing more.

She could have walked right out of that bedroom and out of that mansion altogether if she wanted to. She was no weakling when it came to these men, even a man like Robert. But the problem was Robert! The problem was that she wasn’t certain if she wanted to leave. She liked being with him. He gave her a sense of belonging that no one else ever had. She got in the tub.

But after she got out of the tub and put on the robe he had given to her, and she made her way back into the bedroom, she stopped in her tracks. He had somehow managed to turn the bed covers back as if he fully expected her to be disrobed and in bed by the time he made it back into that room.

That was hard to come to grips with. It made her feel kind of dirty and cheap. Men treated prostitutes this way, not girlfriends. But how would she know? Devin was the only man that treated her worth a damn before they got married, and look how that turned out? Why did she keep subjecting herself to this shit! Why didn’t she throw off that robe, put back on her clothes, call an Uber or Taymar and take herself home?

But she didn’t just leave. Because she still didn’t want to. Because the problem wasn’t all her previous relationships. The problem was still Robert. She wanted to be around him, even if only for another few hours. She still remembered that marathon session they had on that plane. It was hard not to want to experience that again. It would be another booty call for him. She knew that. And she was risking her reputation again. Which meant she couldn’t be angry at him if he treated her the same way he treated her on that plane. She was allowing the treatment.

But she could still back out. He was giving her an out by not being there. All she had to do was take it.

But the problem, again, was Robert.

She took off that robe and got into his bed.

By the time Robert returned to his bedroom, Frankie had drifted off asleep. It warmed his heart to know she stayed. Because this would be no blindside the way it might have been for her on his plane. By staying, she knew what she was in for. And he knew what he was in for too.

He showered quickly, dried off, and then got in bed beside her. When his naked body pressed against hers, and his penis went hard just pressing against her tight ass, it stirred so much within him. But when she woke up and turned toward him, and he looked into her soft, sweet, honey-brown eyes, something happened to him. He saw the longing in her eyes. She wanted him almost as badly as he wanted her. But it was a longing mixed with fear. She was afraid that she couldn’t trust him with her heart. Because that was the kind of woman of integrity that she was. He was convinced of it now. She was nobody’s plaything.

He already knew that to be true on one level. But now he knew it completely. And he couldn’t treat her as if her body was all he was after. Because it wasn’t.

He pulled her into his arms. He was right about her fear because Frankie’s heart was nearly beating out of her chest she was so afraid. She was giving her body to this man again. She was allowing him to hit and run on her and treat her shabbily again! But when she looked into his eyes and saw that compassion there, a compassion that didn’t fit his image but was always so clear to her, it was all worth it to her. And she realized what all those other women apparently realized too: thatRobertwas worth it. That if she was going to let any man satisfy her sexual needs, it was going to be him.

But what won her over completely was when he lifted her chin and gave her a kiss on the lips that was so soft and so tender that it stunned her. From that kiss alone she closed her eyes and felt something so special drift between them.

But when he didn’t immediately proceed to the payback part of the evening where he would be humping on her and fondling her and doing all sorts of wild things to her body like he did on his plane, even she didn’t understand. She looked at him. Why wasn’t he ravishing her body? Surely that was the entire point of why he brought her to his house.

And she was right. Robert had every intention of ravishing her body. But just looking into her eyes and seeing that fear mixed with longing, and that enchanting taste he experienced when he kissed her, changed him. It was that same feeling he felt on his plane. He just couldn’t treat her like those tricks he slept with in his past. He just couldn’t do it.

And badly as he wanted to make love to her, he didn’t. He pulled the covers over their naked bodies, pulled her closer into his arms, and slept with her in a way a man slept with somebody near and dear to him. He held her protectively, as if she was the most precious thing in the world to him, and they both went to sleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The next morning and Frankie fully expected to wake up alone. She just knew Robert would be gone wherever his busy schedule had taken him, and some assistant would come into that bedroom and tell her to get her things: a car was waiting to take her home. Then she would have to rush home, get in her own car, and then hurry to work, hoping that she wasn’t too late.

And she wouldn’t be able to blame anybody but herself for the embarrassment and the treatment.

But when she woke up and saw that Robert was wide awake and still in bed with her, and that it was already after ten in the morning, she was as confused as she was happy.

“I slept this late?” she asked him.

He smiled. “So did I. I’ve only just awaken myself.” He had been awake for several minutes. And in all that time he had been watching her sleep so peacefully, as if she was completely trustful of him, and enjoying every second of it.

“I am so late for work,” she said, moving to get up. “Laine is going to be so pissed.”

But Robert pulled her back into his arms. “Forget Laine. I text her already and told her you were taking the day off.”

Frankie looked at Robert. Why would he involved Laine in their situation? She didn’t want her to know she was that kind of person that would sleep with the boss. And not once. But twice already!

But she knew Taymar was right. She needed to stop tripping. She was a grown-ass woman. An overgrown-ass woman. She needed to stop worrying about what other people thought of her because they were going to think it even if it wasn’t true.

“It’s only ten,” she said when he pulled her back into his big arms. “I didn’t have to take the whole day off. I can still get to work. I’ll be late but I’ll be there.”

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