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had nothing to do with an approaching orgasm. This was a cold rush of
fear as she realized where her internal revelation had led her.
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Alexis Fleming
She d gone into this with her eyes wide open. To make Riley eat his
words and to convince herself she was attractive to the object of her
teenage crush. She d wanted a casual relationship. Just good fun and
even better sex.
Right?
Maybe not. Because she didn t just lust after Riley Osborne. She
could very well be slightly in love with him, or at least the teenage
version she remembered.
Damn, she couldn t be in love with him. To love a person meant
giving over control of your life. Her mother had loved her father to
distraction, had wanted to do everything for him, and in doing so, had
turned herself into a doormat. He d had control of every aspect of her life.
What she wore. Where she went. He d believed a woman was there simply
to keep the man happy.
Take the way her mother had focused on food. She d equated it with
love. Her self-confidence had been so shaky, if her father had rejected
something she d cooked, her mother had felt unloved. Her father was of
the old school; a woman s job was to cook and clean house. And when
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her mother had cooked all those fancy meals, he believed she had
fulfilled her role in his life.
No wonder the whole family had ended up fat. Both parents had died
of heart attacks because of their unhealthy diet. Beth-Ann had developed
the same tactics in pleasing her mother and she d ended up a big tub of
lard.
No way would she ever hand that type of control to anyone, let alone
a man who had the power to twist her insides into knots. Could she
continue to see Riley, to enjoy his company and the fantastic sex,
without losing her sense of self-worth?
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A Handyman s Best Tool
Damn right she could. She hadn t spent years carving out a new life
to give up control now. She d take pleasure in the experience and then
walk away. She did not love Riley Osborne. She lusted after him, but that
was a whole different ballgame.
At that moment, Riley came back into the room and climbed into bed
beside her. As he gathered her close, she silently repeated her new
mantra.
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I do not love Riley Osborne.
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Alexis Fleming
Chapter Five
Riley rolled over onto his back and stretched one arm up above his
head. The slither of cool satin against his skin dragged him closer to full
consciousness, although he still didn t open his eyes.
Hmm, not his bed. That much was certain. He didn t sleep on
slippery satin sheets.
His mind engaged and his body remembered. Beth-Ann.
He moved his hand and patted at the sheet beside him. No warm
body. That did make him open his eyes. The room was in semi-darkness,
the drapes pulled shut across the large window at one end. He lifted his
arm and squinted at his watch, made his eyes focus on the luminescent
dial.
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What he saw jerked him upright, the sheet falling down to his waist.
Crap, it was nearly lunchtime. He d slept half the day away. No wonder
Beth-Ann was no longer beside him.
With a yawn, he slid to the side of the bed and sat up. He braced his
hands on the edge of the mattress and dropped his head forward to
stretch the kinks out of his neck. Another yawn caught him unawares.
Was it any wonder he still felt tired? It must have been well after five
before they d settled down to sleep.
Fists propped on his hips, he stood and arched his back. Amazing, he
could work all day on the building site and not have the same type of
muscle ache he had now. A grin surfaced. What a way to get a workout.
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A Handyman s Best Tool
Beth-Ann had collected his clothes from off the couch in the living
room and folded them neatly on the end of the bed. He should get
dressed and go find her, but first he needed a shower.
Off to one side of the room was a door that gave access to a small
bathroom. Surely she wouldn t mind if he borrowed it for a minute? He
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