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I head to my bedroom, and she follows behind me. When I get there, I start removing my shirt.
“What are you doing?” she says with alarm.
“I’m changing for heaven’s sake. Calm down. I’ll be the perfect gentleman. I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”
I pull off my dress shirt and can see her hungrily eyeing my naked upper body.
“You’re built. Do you work out?”
“Yes. This building has a gym, and I’m usually down there five times a week.”
I rummage in my dresser drawer and pull out two t-shirts, one for her and one for me. I slip mine on and hold the other out for her.
“I’d like to wear that,” she says, pointing to the light blue oxford shirt I removed early when I came home from work.
“That? I wore it all day.”
“That’s why I want to wear it. It smells like you.”
“You could just forgo the shirt and have me next to you. I smell like me too,” I smile, but she doesn’t get the joke because a frown crosses her face.
“I prefer the shirt. For now.”
“Help yourself.”
She takes the shirt from the chair and sits on the corner of my bed with it on her lap.
“Aren’t you going to change?”
“Can I have some privacy?”
“Sure. I’ll change in the closet.”
I go in, and though I can’t see her directly, I have a view of the mirror over the dresser. I’m mesmerized watching her as she removes her dress. Her body is unbelievable. She has beautiful breasts, and I almost lose it when she takes her bra off before she slips on my shirt. I wait until she gets into bed before I come out of the closet.
“All set?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need anything. Water?”
“No. Thank you for letting me stay here.”
I sit on the bed and lean over to kiss her forehead, “Goodnight, Lana. If you need anything, I’ll be in my office.”
I pull the door closed and wish that I was sleeping in bed with her, but this is a start. If she trusts me, I’ll be in the same bed with her soon enough.
Chapter 3
The next morning I wake up disoriented, not realizing where I am. It takes me a few seconds to assimilate, and the memory of the night before comes flooding back. I wonder how Lana slept, but it’s still early, and I don’t want to bother her. I get up to make coffee and notice the door to the master is open.
I hurry down the hall and see that Lana is no longer in my bed, and my shirt is draped on the padded bench at the foot. A yellow sticky note is sticking to the lamp on my nightstand.
Thank you for your hospitality. Text me when you get up.
Text her? How the fuck can I text her when she didn’t leave me her number. I rake my fingers through my mussed up hair and go back to my office to retrieve my phone. I find a waiting text, and I punch in the security code to read it.
I got your number from Paige. She’s very nice. Don’t forget to text me!
