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spacious and very plush living room, there were three formal dining rooms, a huge gym, a media room that could have doubled for a movie theater, a recreation room with a pool table and video games, and another office like the one Murray had taken her to, not to mention more bedrooms than she could count.
    When they stopped by the kitchen, Bob introduced her to the cook, Maribel.  Or personal chef, as Bob called her.  Plump with dark hair that had gone gray in places, the other woman gave her a warm smile and told her that if she needed anything, she should just ask.  It wasn’t until Bob was leading her upstairs a little while later that Addison remembered what Murray had said about the hors d’oeuvres.  Rather than go back right then, Addison decided that she’d just stop by and talk to Maribel about them before she and Trevor left.
    The bedroom Bob showed her to was huge, not to mention absolutely beautifully decorated, and Addison couldn’t help but gasp.  Her entire apartment would fit in here.  Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration.  But the room really was big.
    “If you need anything, just yell,” Bob said before heading back down the hall.
    “I will,” Addison said.  She started to close the door, but then poked her head out.  “Bob?”
    He turned.
    “Do you know where Trevor – Mr. Braden – is?  We need to leave for the studio soon.”
    “He’s probably in his bedroom getting ready,” Bob supplied.  “Two doors down that way,” he added, gesturing with his finger.
    She nodded.  “Thanks.”
    Addison started to shut the door, but then hesitated.  Maybe she should check in with Trevor.  Just to see if he was actually getting ready.  She didn’t want them to be late, after all.
    Smoothing her hands down the front of her skirt, she made her way down the hall to his room and knocked on the door.  “Mr. Braden, it’s Addison,” she said.
    “Come in,” Trevor called.
    Addison had to bite her lip to stifle a moan.  God, he had a sexy voice!  Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob and pushed open the door.
    Trevor was standing in the middle of the room, dressed in a pair of jeans and nothing else.  Whatever Addison had been going to say fled her mind at the sight of his bare chest.  She’d seen him without a shirt in movies and magazines, of course, but they paled in comparison to the real thing.  Damn, he was built!
    “Which one do you think?” he said.
    She was vaguely aware of him holding up a shirt in each hand, but she was too mesmerized by his chiseled chest and washboard stomach to even glance at them.
    “Addison?”
    She dragged her gaze away from his incredible body to find him regarding her curiously.  “Wh-what was that?” she asked.
    “Which shirt do you think I should wear for the talk show?” he asked.
    Addison barely glanced at them.  “Th-the dark blue,” she stammered.
    Trevor regarded it for a moment, and then shrugged.  “I was kind of leaning toward the other one, but I think you’re right.”  He flashed her a grin that made her pulse flutter.  “I’m lousy at this type of thing.”
    Addison watched as he tossed the other shirt on the bed and shrugged into the one she’d picked out, wondering why he even bothered wearing one at all.  Heck, with a body like his, he should just go shirtless all the time.
    “So, what can I do for you?” he asked as he buttoned his shirt.
    For starters, he could sweep her up in his arms, set her down on the bed, and make mad, passionate love to her.  She imagined him ripping her clothes off like the guys always did in the romance books.  The image brought a rush of color to her cheeks, not to mention a delicious, little tingle to her pussy, and she almost moaned.
    “Addison?” he prompted when she didn’t answer.  “Did you need me for something?”
    She blinked in confusion, trying to remember what she’d come to his room for.  He was going to think she was an idiot.  “I...um...I came to tell