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body as she said with a casualness she hardly felt, Maybe it's time you both got past your old
ideas, and got to know each other. I'm certain she would love to be more involved in your life,
especially with both of your parents gone."
"She has never agreed with my lifestyle. She finds it unacceptable."
She drew a shaking breath and shrugged, pretending an interest in the silver-handled
brushes on his bureau. But she can't think your lifestyle is unacceptable now, can she? So his
family had known of his alternative lifestyle. That's probably why they would question whether or
not he was really sleeping with his wife. She had to appear to be sharing his bed or they would
not be convinced.
"So why not at least try?"
She glanced at his face, carefully keeping her eyes off the lean, powerful body on the
narrow bed. He had pulled on a pair of trousers, but her memory served her well, and she felt
warmth suffuse her cheeks despite her attempt to seem calm and unruffled.
She turned away with a sudden sense of urgency. I think I'm going to take a shower and
dress for supper."
It took all of his willpower not to open that steam-filled glass enclosure and join her in
the shower. He walked through to the master bedroom and heard her voice call out as she saw
his shadow pass the shower, Since you ruined my underwear, would you please get me some
new ones? And figure out something for me to wear to supper I have no idea what the rich
matron wears for an at-home affair."
He smiled grimly to himself as she proceeded to ignore his presence, although he stood for
a long moment and gazed at her silhouette turning about beneath the steaming spray. He licked
his lips and turned away, feeling a surge of renewed desire that threatened to make him do
something very, very stupid.
He moved through into the bedroom and did as she asked, opening the bureau drawer
and taking out another brand new set of delicate undergarments before looking over the array of
items Jose had brought up and left on the table in the sitting room after Adriana had returned to
her own rooms.
He found a floor length dinner dress that would do nicely and laid it across the foot of the
bed. Then he went back through to the big closet and pulled out a dinner jacket and trousers, a
fresh silk shirt and tie, and some clean under things. He hoped she would leave him some hot
water.
Chris turned off the spray and peeped around the shower door, then reached for her terry
robe which hung on the clothes horse beside the glass enclosure. She drew it on and stepped out,
her feet sinking into the lush thick white rugs that were placed every few feet on the marble
floor.
She reached for a towel and bent forward, rubbing her head vigorously to dry her hair
enough to finish with the blow dryer. She jerked upright as his voice asked quietly from close
behind her, Did you use all of the hot water, mi querida? She swallowed hard and wrapped the
towel about her hair deftly.
"I don't think so. She shrugged, turning bright pink as he leaned past her to turn on the
water, and step into the shower. His warm bare skin slid sensually against hers. He had to stop
wandering around nude! As he closed the glass door, she asked, What does that mean?"
"What does what mean? he asked as he noted her still there through the frosted glass.
"That kahreedah word?"
He laughed softly as he turned to allow the hot water to pour down his back. Not
kahreedah. He then pronounced it slowly.
"Yeah?"
"It means my darling'."
"Oh. She flushed again and then she realized that he would certainly have to call her
something romantic in front of others, if they were newlyweds. It sounds sort of sexy."
"The word?"
"No. The way you say it. She shivered.
"It's meant to convey that meaning, he breathed as he soaped his body, watching her
standing beyond the glass.
"I thought so, she said, nodding, unwilling to turn away from the glass and the sight of
him under the water. She swallowed hard and decided she had better go get her clothes on. He
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