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supposed to do with that.
    She was also unsure of how she felt for him. Were the romantic
feelings she had for him based on the sense of security he could
offer her or was she truly feeling something for him? All of the
emotion hit Diana out of nowhere. Not to mention the fact that she
had not been touched by a man in longer than she could remember. Sex
was long overdue, but it was not the kind of thing she did with
anyone randomly. And with all she had to deal with in her career, she
had not taken the time to cultivate any intimate relationships.
    She got up to go to bed. How was she thinking about Clay and
relationship in the same sentence? As she climbed into the bed, Diana
pulled the covers over her body, hoping she would be able to cool the
fire Clay ignited. She wanted to be irritated with him for starting
such a thing and then walking away from her. But there was something
about the fact that he did not let things go too far too soon.
Something about the fact that he gave her just enough, especially
since she had not pushed herself to think too hard about having
anything other than a working relationship with Clay.
    Teresa would be happy to know she had not only stepped out of her
cocoon and let a man caress her and kiss her passionately, but she
would be happy to know the man who had done all of that was Clay.
    *****
    When Diana awoke the next morning, she found a note propped up next
to a red vase full of long stemmed pink roses. Her heart skipped a
beat as she almost skipped ahead to read the note.
    Diana,
    Please enjoy your morning at the spa. I had some business come up
and can't join you. I will see you this evening.
    And please wear something beautiful, as you always do.
    -Clay

    She suddenly felt like a young girl with a crush. To have him write
her a note and leave flowers showed he was thinking of her. It was a
sweet gesture. Inhaling the floral scent, she thought of all that
transpired last night and wondered if the flowers were supposed to
speak to that as well.
    Diana did not want to make too much out of it. It was nothing more
than a kiss. A smoldering, sexy kiss that was meant to blow her mind.
It did exactly what he wanted it to do, if that was the case. She
knew it was not an accident and Clay wanted to leave her thoughts
lingering during the day of what could have been.
    But Diana did not want to get too far into dreaming about what could
have happened. It did not happen and that was alright with her.
Things like this were better when they were taken slow.
    The problem was that Diana was not sure there was actually something
happening that would go anywhere. What if he was simply going with
the flow of the moment? There was always the possibility he was just
making her more comfortable with being with him. She could not get
out of focus on the matter at hand. Clay Marshall was a billionaire
who was single, therefore, he could have any woman he wanted,
whenever he wanted.
    He probably made all of the women he was with feel special like this.
She reminded herself she did not need to put that much into the kiss,
the private helicopter ride, or the weekend retreat at the resort.
Clay was probably doing what he always did, wining and dining women
and romancing them, making them fall in love with his lifestyle.
    She read the note one last time. It made her smile. Sticking it back
near the vase of roses, Diana was filled with optimism as she went
back to her room to get dressed. There was no way she was going to be
late for her massage and facial.

Chapter 7
    The spa day was the best experience Diana ever had. With the
exception of the twelve minute massage she would have at the kiosk in
the middle of the shopping mall, she had never had a truly relaxing
experience like the one she had that morning. The massage was a deep
tissue that was accompanied by a full body sugar scrub and mud wrap.
Her facial was a custom deluxe with an oxygen therapy and she even
got a manicure and pedicure afterwards.
    Once she made