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She pulled off her jacket, unbuttoned her vest And when she started in on her shirt, Kingsley did the only thing he could do

He took off his own shirt and offered it to her

"King" It was all she said

"Take it"

"This is one of your new fancy shirts fro to letyou to sleep in it"

"What happened to that whole thing about hoo on her tits?"

"I said ‘back’"

"Tits are sexier"

"Wear it Sleep in it I won’t couy, eh?"

She took the shirt into his bathroo

"I sleep naked," he called out to her when she closed the door behind her "Does that bother you?"

"What? Is all your underwear in the dirty laundry?"

"I don’t own any," he adsley stripped out of his clothes and cli his white dress shirt On her bare feet she padded across the carpet, came to the bed and slipped under the covers He hadn’t failed to notice her long bare legs and the tantalizing skin of her chest They glowed in the gentle laers into the sheets, a reminder not to touch her

Sam rolled on to her side to face hi this"

"More than I should," Kingsley admitted

He smiled but Sam didn’t Instead, she reached out and touched his shoulder where the crack of a cane had left a two-inch black bruise

"What happened to you?" she asked "Please, tell me this was consensual"

"It was consensual And all your fault"

"How is this my fault?"

"You’re the one who told me to woo Mistress Felicia I sent her flowers She showed up in ht of the party"

Sah at her

"You’re subbing for Mistress Felicia?" she asked "Seriously?"

He reached out and covered her lips with one finger