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but from the uncomfortable look on his face, he’d already seen more than she would have liked. Her cheeks flushed.
“You were the one calling?”
“Didn’t Kane tell you I was going to stop by?” he asked.
“Yes, but I thought you’d just knock on the door.”
“The elevator opens right into the penthouse, so there is no door. And I didn’t want to just walk in on you.”
“Oh, God, of course. I didn’t even think of that. I’m sorry.” She felt like an idiot, but she wasn’t used to the idea of an elevator opening right into an apartment.
“It’s okay. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Now that I know you are, I’ll just go.”
“Wait. No.” She knew she sounded a little desperate. “I’d really like some company.”
At that moment, the bubbles turned off, leaving the water clear enough that she was totally visible. His gaze dropped to her body as she tried to cover herself, then veered away.
“I … uh … don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said.
Oh, God, he thought she was coming on to him.
“No, I don’t mean … I just thought maybe we could talk. I’m not used to being alone in this place and…” She bit her lip. “I’d really like some company. Maybe we could talk? Or watch a movie?”
“Okay, sure,” he said, staring at the wall. “How about I order a pizza?”
She smiled, her stomach gurgling. “That would be nice.” As he turned toward the door, she said, “Wait. Could you just hand me the towel on the chair there?”
He walked farther into the room and retrieved her towel, then walked toward the tub, his gaze averted. She took the towel from his outstretched hand, feeling very self-conscious at having him so close with her totally naked. But even if he’d gone back into the living room, the tub was visible through the glass wall, so she didn’t want the towel that far away.
“I’ll go call for the pizza.” He walked across the room and went through the door.
As soon as she saw him disappear into the kitchen, clearly trying to give her some privacy, she stood up and wrapped the towel securely around herself. She took a quick shower in the spa bathroom, then pulled on her clothes and brushed out her long hair.
She double-checked that all the buttons on her loose-fitting floral shirt were fastened, and then smoothed it down over her snug jeans. She left the bathroom and pushed open the glass door to the living room.
“The pizza will be here in a half hour.” He sat in one of the armchairs beside the couch facing the TV. “What movie would you like to watch?”
“We could just talk until it gets here.”
“Sure.” He put down the remote control and sat back. “How are you settling in?”
She sank onto the couch. “Not very well. I’m not used to the place yet. I don’t know where anything is and … well, that stove is so fancy I’m not quite sure how to make it work.”
“Oh, yeah. Kane likes the latest technology. I’ll show you how it works before I go.”
She nodded then suddenly realized she was the hostess here. “Um, would you like a drink or something?”
“How about I get you something, since I know where everything is? We could open a bottle of wine to go with the pizza? Or would you like a beer?”
“Wine would be nice, thanks.”
A few minutes later, he set a glass of red wine in front of her, and then sat down again.
“I’m sorry I didn’t answer Kane’s phone when you called,” she said. “I didn’t think anyone would be calling for me.”
“It’s your phone now, too. And it wasn’t just me. The doorman called when the grocery order arrived.”
“Kane ordered groceries for me?”
Will laughed, a warm chuckle. “You don’t think he’d leave you here with no food, do you?”
“No, I guess not.”
He leaned back in the chair, stretching out his long legs. He was so different from Kane. Everything from his laid-back attitude to his casual clothes. Clearly, he was more at ease in the soft, faded denims designed for comfort and the band T-shirt he wore right now as opposed to Kane’s casual look, which typically consisted of designer jeans that look like they were tailored to fit his body and crisp button-down shirts.
“So you must be pretty excited about your new nail polish launch,” he said.
“Yeah, sure. I’m anxious to get started on making the polishes.” She ran her palms over her denim-clad