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"You dreamed about me?" His mouth pulled up into a delicious smirk

"Um, no" I brushed some of the hair out of my face and searched for words "No I, uht It’s a bit hazy And I certainly didn’t dream about you"

"Well that’s a sha his cup down on a small table, he handed me the broom and knelt doith the dustpan "So you don’t re me to take my clothes off?"

I stared down into his handsoood God No wonder I had thought he was a stripper I had asked him to take his clothes off If I had been alone I would have beathis hands fluttered through my mind and my cheeks heated I really had told him to take his clothes off

Wrinkles appeared in the corner of his eyes and he chuckled "I’d say forget about it, but it appears you already have"

"I--I think it’s co back to me now" I swept the dirt into the dustpan and chewed on my lip "I’m really sorry I don’t usually drink that much In fact I don’t think I’ve ever drunk that ain"

He poured the dirt back into the pot When he stood my eyes lined up with the collar of his shirt, and I tried to not notice the way the aze trailed upward, over his scruffy jaw, nose, and sharp cheekbones to meet his warm stare

"David Rhodes" He held his hand out toover ers around his "I’ers squeezed ain"

"I’ll never live last night doill I?" I laughed

"Not if I can help it" His fingers tightened on o "It’s not often that a princess orders me to take my clothes off" His voice took on a distant tone