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is on the card,” she said quietly. “If you send me an email, I’ll make sure to pass it on to our personal shopper.”
    “Now, why would I do that?” Leaning forward, I speared another piece of melon. “You’re already here.”
    Realizing her little show of defiance had backfired, she squared her shoulders and closed the door, walking purposefully toward the desk. I cocked my head, taking in another eyeful of her luscious backside when she passed. This time I didn’t bother to hide my appreciation when she turned, a notebook and pen in her hand.
    She took a calming breath. “What exactly can I get for you, Mr. Knight?”
    Holding the pen so tightly I could see the white in her knuckles, she waited for me to tick off my list.
    “The workout clothes I mentioned. Size large. A couple pairs of jeans. Boot cut. Size 32x36. T-shirts and socks.” Draping an arm over the back of the couch, I looked her up and down. “And underwear.”
    Scribbling furiously, she didn’t look up. “Boxers, briefs…” Her pen finally came to rest, and a smile hitched up one side of her lips. “ …or panties ?”
    I choked on the piece of melon trying to make its way down my throat. Coughing and sputtering, I leaned forward. Lily casually walked to the table, handing me the half empty bottle of water.
    Grabbing it from her, I took a large swallow. A couple of tears sprang to my eyes as I looked up at her. The girl was way too cocky for her own good. Clearing my throat, I took another swig, finishing the bottle.
    “Well?” She looked at me innocently.
    “Boxers,” I growled.
    Ripping the paper from the notepad, she folded the note and dropped the pad on the table.
    “I’ll make sure to have these delivered as soon as possible.” Stepping over my legs, her skirt hiked up her thighs as she went to leave.
    Resisting the urge to pull her down on the sectional, I fell back against the cushions and watched her stalk out of the room, slamming the door soundly behind her.

    I muted the TV when I heard a rap on the door. Lily. I sauntered to the door, my shoulders slumping when I peered through the peephole and saw a balding man in his mid-forties.
    “Can I help you?” I asked cautiously.
    “Mr. Knight? I’m Dave, your valet.” Straightening, he lifted the nametag on the front of his white smock. “I’ve brought your dinner, along with some items Ms. Tennison asked me to deliver.”
    Standing back from the door, I flipped the deadbolt and pulled it open. Dave’s grin widened. “May I come in, sir?”
    “Of course.” I opened the door wider when I saw the cart. “And call me Cameron.”
    “Very well, sir.” He backed into the room, pulling the cart over the threshold. “Where would you like to eat, sir?”
    Running a hand through my hair, I pointed at the table in front of the TV. No matter how hard I tried, I would never get used to a man many years older calling me “sir” just because he happened to be serving my dinner. Or washing my car. My father was a horse’s ass, but my mama taught me to respect my elders.
    Dave placed the cart next to the table and began to unload plates. Grabbing a couple, I set them down next to the others. He smiled at me appreciatively.
    “May I turn down your bed—”
    Cutting him off, I patted him on the back. “If you call me ‘sir’ one more time, I’m going to send you packing.” Sitting on the couch, I looked up at him. “I’m grown, Dave; I think I can manage to pull back the comforter all by myself.”
    “Very well…” Dave was on the verge of another “sir” when I leveled him with a warning glare. Clearing his throat, he stood awkwardly. “If you don’t mind, I’ll check the refrigerator and see what needs to be replenished. I’ll be right back to take your order for breakfast, assuming you will be dining in your room.”
    I pointed at the two empty water bottles. “That’s all I’ve taken from the fridge, plus some fruit and cheese, and I noticed an extra case