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After the show was finished, Edward had been ready to head to Leah's camper, but one of the workers found him and told him that Sam wanted to see him. Not wanting to cause any problems, he headed to Sam's office, which was a little camper behind all of the others. After a quick knock, he was told to enter, his head lowered in a submissive manner. Being able to read Sam's thoughts gave him the ability to know how he should behave in order to steer clear of the man's anger.

"You wished to speak with me, Mr. Uley?" he asked and took a seat only when Sam motioned for him to do so.

The Native American male nodded and set his hands on the old oak desk in front of him. "I just wanted to see how you are fitting in since your arrival, and see if there's anything I can do for you. I'm rather happy with how popular you seem to be among our customers. I've gotten a lot of compliments about your abilities and if you continue at this rate, I have no doubt you'll become even more of a hit than Leah. So, back to my earlier question, is there anything that I can do for you to make sure your time with us is pleasant?"

The mind-reader shook his head. "I'm fine, but thank you for asking."

Edward knew men like Sam Uley never offered something unless they knew for sure that they would be getting something in return, and Edward didn't like being in someone's debt. There wasn't anything this man could offer him that he would want. The only thing Edward wanted was Leah and her love, and he knew that if Sam found out about them, he and Leah would suffer. His mission in life was to give Leah the life she deserved no matter what he had to do in order to give it to her.

"Are you sure there's nothing you want?" Sam asked again, wondering why this employee of his was not asking for something. It wasn't often he was kind to the people who worked for him, but when the occasion presented itself they were smart enough to ask for something, since they knew it wouldn't happen again anytime soon. "I can get you almost anything you desire, Edward. All you have to do is ask."

"There's nothing that I need other than dinner and good night's rest," the bronze-haired male replied as he stood up. "I do thank you for the offer, though. If I need anything I'll be sure to come to you first."

Sam shrugged as opened a drawer and pulled out a cigar. As he spoke he lit the smoke with a lighter and began took a puff. "You can't say that I never offered you anything. Before you go, Iwould like to know how you're liking it here. I heard you're spending a lot of time with Leah and her friends. She's an amazing young woman, isn't she? I've never met anyone like her and I doubt that I ever will."

Edward cleared his throat, not feeling comfortable with this new topic. "She's nice enough, I suppose. I tend to stick to myself for the most part, if I can. From what I've heard of her, she seems to be a remarkable person, but I'll have to take your word for it."

Sam took a few seconds to study Edward's expression in order to look for signs of deceit. When he found none, he smiled. "Yes, you can take my word for it then. I better let you go and get some dinner before it' all gone. My freaks sure can eat when they want to. It was good talking to you Edward, we'll have to do it again real soon. I'm glad we see eye to eye on some things."

With one last nod, Edward left. He knew what Sam had been trying to say with his last words. He was pleased that Edward realized Leah was off limits. This had been a warning of sorts. Edward realized that, from that point on, he would have to be extra careful because there was absolutely no doubt in his mind Sam – or his little spies – would be watching him. Leah would need to be warned about this as well, though he was sure she wouldn't be happy. The winged woman would probably want to break things off if Edward didn't find a way to word everything in such a way that she would not panic.

It did not take him long to make it to Leah's trailer and he entered after knocking once, since her thoughts indicated that he should. As soon as he opened the door, any thoughts he may have had about telling her what went down with Sam vanished because there she sat on the countertop, with only white, almost transparent, negligee on. His mind had turned to a puddle of goo as soon as he set eyes on her. She was a little minx indeed, and he loved it.

"You took forever, so I figured I would change into something a little more comfortable," she stated in a deliciously lustful tone before biting her bottom lip. "Maybe you should change into something a little more comfortable, too. I'm a kind and loving person, so I'd be more than willing to help you with that."

"That's a very kind offer," he replied, not even trying to mask his salacious tone, closing the door and moving to stand between her legs. "I think I'm going to take you up on that offer. This shirt is stifling – maybe we need to do something about that."

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