  &quot;Why did you make the orders for the clothing?&quot; She repeated
  &quot;Because I can afford them,&quot; He shrugged.
  &quot;That s ridiculous,&quot; She retorted
  &quot;Being able to afford them or making the orders for you?&quot;
  &quot;Both.&quot; She shouted back at him, irritatingly annoyed at his calm demeanor.
  His shoulder lifted in that quick shrug. &quot;I didn t see it that way.&quot;
  &quot;Ridiculous you mean?&quot; She asked 
  &quot;Yes,&quot; he said, mildly
  Mitchell took a deep breath. The woman said it was for the Williamson s. We didn t have a prior discussion that I will be here till evening.&quot; She said,
  &quot;But we did agree you would be going with me,&quot; He stated
  &quot;Yes. And I haven t said I won t. But not just from here&quot;
  &quot;What difference does it make?&quot; He asked. Since you are already here, why not go from here? Makes

  She had said something to hurt him. That she knew. She d seen the pain in his eyes. Raw pain. And it hurt her to see him that way. Almost vulnerable.
  &quot;Think Mitchell,&quot; she said. Going over every word she had uttered to him. 
  &quot;His mother!&quot; It hit her. She had made that snide remark about his mother failing in her duty to bring him up well. Mitchell bites her lower lips. She honestly hadn t meant to be rude to his mother. But how would he know when she had been fuming and almost ranting. She has to apologize to him.
  She stood up and moved to pick the ivory gown he had dropped. The gown was very beautiful. Something she would have loved if she wasn t angry. Mitchell remembered the woman who brought the cloth had said something about her being the first he d brought home. If that was true. There must be a lot to Michael Smith that she doesn t know yet.
   	And she

  Mitchell hurriedly draws the curtain back. She had seen enough. She thought. The man doesn t understand the kind of sex appeal he exudes to be walking around naked like that.
   Wet and dripping. 
  &quot;Even in one s home, one should maintain a certain degree of modesty,&quot; She continued to say as she headed for the bathroom. After all, he has female staff and he was well aware he has a female guest too. 
  Thirty minutes later Mitchell was out of the bath and dressed in her clothes from the previous night when a knock sounded on her door.
  &quot;Just about the time,&quot; She thought, glad that she was ready, she moved to open the door for Michael but was surprised to find it was a woman standing in front of her with a trousseau that would last a prudent bride for a lifetime.
  &quot;Good morning,&quot; The woman said in a crisp professional tone.
  &quot;Good morning,&quot; Mit

&quot;Why did you make the orders for the clothing?&quot; She repeated
  &quot;Because I can afford them,&quot; He shrugged.
  &quot;That s ridiculous,&quot; She retorted
  &quot;Being able to afford them or making the orders for you?&quot;
  &quot;Both.&quot; She shouted back at him, irritatingly annoyed at his calm demeanor.
  His shoulder lifted in that quick shrug. &quot;I didn t see it that way.&quot;
  &quot;Ridiculous you mean?&quot; She asked 
  &quot;Yes,&quot; he said, mildly
  Mitchell took a deep breath. The woman said it was for the Williamson s. We didn t have a prior discussion that I will be here till evening.&quot; She said,
  &quot;But we did agree you would be going with me,&quot; He stated
  &quot;Yes. And I haven t said I won t. But not just from here&quot;
  &quot;What difference does it make?&quot; He asked. Since you are already here, why not go from here? Makes the whole thing look real.
  &quot;I didn t choose to be here in case you forgot. You bro

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