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knew it was only his wealth and status women were drawn to, not
who he was.
    Draping his coat over his arm, Dean stepped closer as Chelsea
fanned her face with her hand. Then he froze. Her lips parted and he was immediately
drawn to the soft curves. Then his gaze lowered down her body. She was dressed
casually in a sweater and dark pants which clung tantalizingly to her slim form.
But that wasn’t what intrigued him about her – she seemed completely unaware of
how attractive she looked, and as she began to pull the sweater off, it drew
his attention to her breasts. The small, firm shape of them underneath her
blouse that blatantly revealed her cleavage.
    Damn it, why did she have to be attractive?
    He swallowed heavily and pushed his X-rated thoughts aside. Chelsea
was no different than many of the women who came to him. He could live with
her. There was nothing he couldn’t handle. The house was big enough for the two
of them.
    If there was any sign that she would try to throw herself at
him, desperate for sex, then he would call the meeting off. Dean winced. He had
a similar encounter with a young woman not too long ago. As much as he enjoyed
their attention, sometimes he couldn’t understand it.
    Chelsea threw her head back, her wavy shoulder length hair
flowing behind her as she locked her eyes onto him. Glimmering blue eyes with
facets of green and a hint of what seemed to be disapproval. She was fresh
faced, with faint dark circles under her eyes. As she gave him a gentle smile, Dean
was struck by the pain he saw. He’d hidden enough pain himself to recognize the
look on her face.
    He quietly cleared his throat and forced his winning smile,
asking, “You must be Chelsea?”
    She stared up at him, at a loss for words. His smile only
widened. He could tell she was flustered by his appearance, and he was used to
that reaction. Perhaps this may work out after all.
    Her mouth hardened into a firm line, her surprise visibly
fading.
    “I am,” she responded, leaving his open hand hanging there.
He swallowed awkwardly. Now he was the one surprised by her. Dean certainly
didn’t expect her to dismiss him so coldly, and he jerked his hand back,
attempting to recover his composure.
    Chelsea’s voice softened. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand
why you’re doing this. Is it a publicity stunt?”
    Dean stepped back and took a seat opposite her, sinking
against the rough seat. He swore he saw her face flushing slightly, but whether
it was from the heat or arousal, he couldn’t tell. He leaned forward, resting
his elbows against his thighs. Looks like I have to try a different tactic .
    “Andrea told me about your situation. You need a place to
live, I can offer you one. And I assure you, it is strictly professional,
nothing more. You have your own room, and you’ll be left unattended for as long
as you wish.”
    A smirk curved her lips. “Until you call upon me to satisfy
you?”
    Dean stared at her. This was a woman who preferred to get
straight to the point. In spite of himself, he was intrigued by her.
    “I’m not interested in that,” he said evenly. “Why’re you
being so difficult? Any other woman would jump at the chance to live with me.”
    “Well, I’m not every other woman,” Chelsea retorted. Her
voice softened. “I just don’t get why you want to help me. We aren’t friends.”
    “I’d like for us to be.” That sounded sincere to him, and he
wanted her to believe his words. Dean Westley didn’t become a playboy millionaire
through his looks alone. “It’ll be a temporary arrangement, to help you get
back on your feet. It won’t cost you anything.”
    She folded her arms. “So that’s a benefit for me. What do you get out of this?”
    “Company,” he stated smoothly. “I tend to avoid the media spotlight,
so I don’t get to meet as many people as I used to.”
    She bit her lip, obviously still apprehensive. Dean watched
her intently and when her eyes met his, he felt an intense