She sat on the toilet, glad he wasn’t watching her this time, as she had to move her bowels as well as pee. A tumble of emotions was churning through her, leaving her almost breathless with confusion.She’d been so sure she’d done a spectacular cleaning job and had been looking forward to his approval. The bed was flawlessly made, every surface in the bathroom sparkled, the towels were neatly folded and all the cleaning supplies were stored where she’d found them. Finally, she had thought, I’ve done something he won’t be able to find fault with!And then he had. Frustration with herself, anger with Adam for no doubt setting her up, chagrin that she hadn’t seen it coming—these feelings warred with the constant sexual excitement and anticipation that had settled over her like a net since the moment she’d stood on the auction stage, her eyes locking with the man who had ended up taking her home. Carly wiped herself and flushed, quickly washing her hands in the sink she already regarded as “hers”
