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His brows drew together "You look sodifferent"

Her happy bubble burst Maylee’s shoulders sluht anted different" Hadn’t he deliberately driven her to the salon because he hated the way she looked and was tired of her disgracing him?

"No, no," he said quickly "It’s fine I was just surprised You look like a different person" He gave her a quick sood Maylee sed her hurt and blinked back her tears, because she didn’t want to mess up those weird spidery eyelash extensions the nice French lady at the salon had given her "Well," she said in a fake cheery voice "What can I do for you, Mr Griffin? Do you need your tie fixed?"

He held it out wordlessly

She looked like a stranger

Griffin couldn’t stop staring at Maylee At the gorgeous blonde angel that stepped into his rooown that made her brsts plump up from the banded neckline Her hair was shiny and her eyes were dark and lush and she looked so polished that she could have held her oith anyone in the palace’s halls

And that threw hiet transforant creature before him? Why was he sad to see those wild corkscrew curls had been tamed into a sleek upsweep? That her errant freckle or two on her nose was now totally covered by ht?

Griffin rubbed his face, frustrated He didn’t knohat he wanted anymore

He knew he didn’t want that sad, unhappy look on her face that was there right now She hadn’t missed his reaction She kneasn’t thrilled, and the keen disappoint her best to hide it "You look fine, Maylee Really I’ve just had a long day and I’s"

"You don’t have to say the right things," she said in a faux-cheerful voice "I’m your assistant" She took the tie fro that he should lean forward He did, and a moment later, she had his tie fixed and so"

"Thank you," he hten his clothes He wanted to say ros to her That she looked like a vision, that she looked like a princess But he couldn’t get past the fact that she didn’t look like Maylee It wasestion?"

He looked over at her, surprised "What did you have in mind?"

Her mouth quirked on one side, and his heart flip-flopped It was as if his Maylee was peeking out frolamorous exterior

Then he swore to himself His Maylee? He was insane She wasn’t his in any sense of the word

"I’d love to do so different with your hair," she told hi with elled it like he norht, not a strand out of place

"It’s fine if you’re eighty," she said, and that teasing little smile returned to her face, and all of a sudden he wanted to kiss her, to sht, happy country girl underneath who he was obsessing over

He needed to get ahold of hier at hi a now-perfect eyebrow And he was lost to that enticing finger He couldn’t resist that come-hither expression on her face She could have told him she wanted to shave him bald, and he’d still have approached her, helpless to pull away

"You should take off your jacket so we don’tHe removed his jacket first, and then undid the tie she’d just fixed so beautifully, tossing it onto the bed This felt a bit like a strip tease He looked over at her to see if she was thinking the saaze was averted, and she had so much makeup on her cheeks it was i or not

He really needed to have a ith that hotel concierge Even though she was just doing her job, he wanted soue unhappiness with how Maylee looked She was iown, herhim He didn’t like it, and he couldn’t exactly say why he didn’t like it, just that he didn’t Disgruntled, he stripped off his shirt

When he was down to his undershirt, he looked over at Maylee "All right You have me half-naked What do you want to do with me?"

The words came out huskier than he’d expected

Her eyes widened, and her s to hide her expression "Uet anything on myself"

"Take whatever you need," he told her Damn, that sounded incredibly erotic, too What the hell was his probleging it on over her lovely pink gown When she tied it at her waist, he felt another surge of possessive lust and had to count backward froain