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He picked up a sheer nightgoorked with intricate beading The pale pink garers like cool water

"Got it," Megan said triumphantly She held up a key, then dropped to her knees and opened the box After digging around for several seconds, she pulled out so small, then started to stand up

Their eyes ht she'd blushed before when he'd said his mother wasn't a whore, he'd beenfrom her collar to the roots of her hair in less than a heartbeat, was vivid tomato red Her almond-shaped eves widened

"W-what are you doing here?" she asked She sounded on the verge of choking

"What are you doing with this?" He held up the nightgown

"I—I I—I" She cleared her throat "I don't have to explain that to you This is ht now"

He didn't budge "Megan, I admit I'm stunned French lace and silk? No one knows, do they?"

She rose to her feet "My undergarments are not your concern, Mr Kincaid Now, leave my room immediately"

His gaze dipped to her bodice, then lower "You're wearing soht now, aren't you?" He smiled "I'm impressed"

"Justin!" He slowly released the nightgown, letting it

slide sensuously through his fingers She stepped around the

bed and grabbed his arm "I can't believe you are this rude

, How dare you come into my private room and fondle my

personal things? Have you no manners? No decency?"

"No," he admitted happily "None Apparently, neither do you I would take a guess that the ever-ence"

She hustled him out of the bedroom and closed the door

on

them