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“Mr Harris!” she exclaims, crosses her arms over her chest, suddenly self-conscious “I’ I thought it ht be Dan…”

I feel a growl for after Aood for hihtEvery possessive bone inside me wants to hunt him down and—

“Sir?”

A to remain calm I don’t want to make a fool of myself

“Sorry I’ I just wondered if I could talk with you for a few moments?”

Amelia looks down at her paint stained pajamas and I can tell she’s as mortified as I am We’re both clearly a little out of sorts around one another She’s distracting me with how sexy she looks and she’s nervous as hell in my presence

“Of course you can Do co, but I’ve opened the s…”

I step inside her roo from the place The roos decorating the walls and every inch of the room immaculate In the middle of the roo painting of a sunset displayed

“You’re very talented” Icloser to take a better look Every fine brush stroke is a beautiful detail Somehow, her talent onlysecond Especially when I turn to see that my compliment has made her cheeks turn scarlet

“That’s very kind of you to say, sir It’s just for fun”

“These should be displayed in galleries, not in your bedroom”

Her cheeks darken further “You flatter e yet I’m just a cleaner, after all”

“Don’t say that about yourself,” I snarl “You’re not just anything You don’t have any clue how special you are, do you?”

Amelia looks shell shocked at the coly unable to answer This is all too

“I’m sorry I didn’t ood you are”

“I don’t receive a lot of praise,” she aduess I’m just not used to compliments”