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Robshook his head at her stubbornness. âMeals are included with the use of theroom. Company policy again.â
Megthrew up her hands in defeat. âFine! Order me whateveryouâre having. Iâm clearly not winning any battles with you tonight. Maybe overdinner you can tell me how I can get a job with this unbelievably generouscompany you work for.â
âAh,surrender.â Rob was pleased to see her starting to relax with him. âFinally. Go on and get that hot shower. There should be abathrobe hanging on the door. Iâll dig through my luggage and see if I can findsomething comfortable for you to sleep in since your clothes are still damp.Iâm sure I have a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that would work nicely. Then,Iâll order dinner.â
âAreyou sure the kitchen is still open? Itâs after two in the morning.â
âItâsopen all night,â Rob replied easily. At least it was for him, but she didnâtneed to know that.
âAlright then.â She dragged her carry-on bag withher. âI wonât be long.â
âTakeyour time,â Rob called out behind her, walking toward the phone to orderdinner. He glanced at his own bedroom considering taking a shower himself. Onlydifference was his would definitely be cold.
Chapter Four
AsMeg entered the bedroom, she couldnât help but wonder what sort of company kepta penthouse like this available for their employees. Apparently sheâd made awrong turn in college choosing education over a business degree. She had noidea people lived like this. Studying the room, she felt overwhelmed once againby the decadence of it all. The room was elegance personified. The largeking-sized bed was on a raised platform on one side of the room, complete withan honest-to-God canopy. Sheâd always wanted a canopy bed as a child, but therewas never the money for such frivolous things.
Whileher small family hadnât lived in poverty, it may have been stretching things tosay they were lower middle class. Her mother, Joanne, had gotten pregnant withher while still in high school. Needless to say, her father, a teenagerhimself, had refused to accept responsibility for her. Although Meg knew hisname, sheâd never made any attempt to contact him. Heâd gone off to college,married, and now lived happily ever after with his legitimate family.
Megâsgrandfather had died before she was born, so Meg grew up in a house full ofwomen. Her Grandma Linda was the glue that kept their little family of threetogether. She had worked as a secretary in an accounting firm and when hermother had graduated from high school, she went to work for the same firm.Together, they had scrimped and saved every penny they made so that when Meggraduated she could attend college.
Megsilently wished they were here to see this room. Grandma would have laughed tosee her living, even for just one night, like a princess in a palace and hermom would have been trying to guess what every piece of furniture cost. Cancerclaimed them both and not a day went by when she didnât miss them dearly.
Asoft knock on the door at her back jarred Meg from her recollections.
âYes?â
âIfound some clothes that may fit,â Rob replied.
Takinga calming breath, Meg opened the door. The longer she spent in Robâs presencethe more she wanted him. Sheâd never felt such an immediate or overwhelmingattraction to a man.
Hestood in the doorway with an easy-going, friendly grin. âYouâre still dressed.â
Reachingfor the clothing he offered, Meg silently cursed her trembling hand.
Heâdobviously mistaken her distress for nerves instead of the pure hot streak ofsexual energy that was pulsing through her body. âI know it doesnât help tosimply hear the words, but you can trust me. I wonât hurt you.â
âOhno, Rob.â Meg stared at his totally kissable lips before catching herself. âItrust you. Really I do. Iâm just tired. Thatâs all.â
God,what would he do if she leaned forward and kissed him? Shaking the thought fromher head, she felt her sensible, boring side taking control again.
Theslight grin on his face seemed to indicate he suddenly understood what hertrembling was about.
âMeg.âHe leaned toward her.
Sheknew she should take a step back, but she felt as if her feet were sunk inconcrete.
âYes?â
âIâmgoing to kiss you.â His mouth inches from hers. Meg could only assume he wasgiving her a chance to refuse him if she wanted.
âThankGod.â She rose up the last two inches until her lips brushed his. She wasstunned by the softness of his kiss. Sheâd anticipated a rushed, frantic maybeeven awkward kiss, which certainly described how she felt, but Rob clearly hadother plans. His lips studied hers as if they had the rest of their lives tofigure out how to do it right.
âYouknow.â His voice tickled her as he whispered against her cheek, placing softkisses everywhere he touched. âPart of the festivities tomorrow include a kissing contest.â
âNoneed to bother. You win.â
Chucklinglightly, he tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. âLast year, the winningcouple kissed for three and a half hours.â
âMmmm.â Meg struggled to comprehend hiscomments.
âPerhapswe could try to beat that time.â His lips followed the curve of her neck beforeplacing soft kisses just under her chin. âOf course, it would require somepractice.â
âPractice.â Meg was aware she must sound like amindless droid, but she didnât care. She ran her hands through his soft brownhair, pulling his lips back to hers. He was talking far too much.
Hekissed her again, much more deeply this time, his tongue enticing and teasinghers. His arms were holding her so closely she wasnât sure where she ended andhe began. His hands drifted down her back, but the dampness of her clothingseemed to rouse him from their impetuous actions.
Pullingaway, he looked down. âYou are going to catch a cold if you donât get out ofthose wet clothes soon.â
Hiswords caused her face to flush with embarrassment. Despite her desires, shefelt her âgood girlâ upbringing bubbling back to the forefront. She reached upto hide her blushing cheeks. âShit Rob. What you must think of me?â
âWhat?â
âIâmnot easy.â Her cursed honesty flew out of her mouth before she could hold itback. âI mean, I swear, Iâve never gone to a hotel room with a stranger andthen started
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