She blushed and looked at the floor. ‘But I didn’t know I was causing any problems. I knocked and your son let me in when I told him why I was her.... If you want to see the work order, I have a copy,’ he said, reaching into the black folder in his toolbox. ‘No, that’s not necessary.’ ‘Your furnace is in decent shape, if that helps anything.’ ‘We couldn’t get it to work.’ He motioned for her to follow him out of the utility room. She hesitated but her curiosity won. Neither spoke until he stopped. He uncovered it with a flourish. ‘New York cheesecake, as my lady requested.’ Andrea stared at the huge slice of cheesecake in dismay. ‘I couldn’t possibly fit that in now.’ ‘Not to worry, I’ll help you out,’ Derek offered gallantly. He held up the plate and gave her a fork. Andrea took a small bite of the cheesecake and it melted in her mouth in an explosion of piquant creaminess. It was drizzled with some kind of citrus sauce and tasted absolutely wonderful. She closed her eyes to savor the. The way she moved, the things she said, the way she reacted to his subtle challenges: it all leaked information that he'd absorbed and profiled. It was almost second nature. During breakfast he'd tested her, figured her weaknesses, her strengths, her desires, and could play to each of them. The final 30% clicked into place. She wasn't to be treated as a conquest or she'd see right through him. She was airy, fun, casual, offering herself willingly, no strings attached, needing to be taken. "She turned and saw him still sat in the chair. He had discarded his jacket and was unbuttoning his shirt. She smiled and walked over to him placing her hands on his. "Let me - I'm here to serve your every need," she cooed into his ear and then started unbuttoning his shirt. She bared his chest and ran her white fingers over his dark skin. She looked into his eyes and saw him smile."Turn round and grab that table," he croaked. Georgia obeyed and leaned forward to grasp hold of the kitchen.