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I started sliding off him. So did the look of confusion on his face whenI met his gaze. I was unique to him; a woman apart from his others in every way. I wished thatcould be enough to kill my jealousy. Petersen when we see him tonight. Or that I scared you away.

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He broke my heart every day. Shattered me. You know that. Just like myfeelings for him. Two days is my limit. His wealth insulated him, gave him the power and controlthat had been stolen from him at some point in his life. That he would consider it worthwhile to lose his peace of mind just to keep me meantmore than the words I love you. Planning on pacifyingme with sex, angel? After all, the tactic seems to work well for you.

A delicious shiver moved through me. When it came to Gideon, I was more than willing tobe devoured. The Crossfire was his, one of many properties he owned throughout the city,including the apartment complex I lived in. I tried not to pay attention to that. My mom was a career trophy wife. Not that I ever touched it. Megumi, the receptionist, buzzed me through the glass security door and greeted me witha big smile.

She was a pretty woman, young like me, with a stylish bob of glossy black hairframing stunning Asian features. As much as I loved Cary and enjoyed spendingtime with him, I needed girlfriends, too. Female friends would give it to me straight when I needed it, and I was going to haveto cultivate those friendships if I wanted them. Setting off, I headed down the long hallway to my cubicle. When I reached my desk, I putmy bag and purse in the bottom drawer, keeping my smartphone out so I could silence it.

Ifound a text from Cary: No woman wanted to come home to a sexual clusterfuck inprogress on her living room floor. Especially not while in the middle of a fight with her newboyfriend.

I texted back, Block off the wknd 4 me if u can. There was a long pause and I imagined him absorbing my request. Damn, he texted backfinally. Must be some ass kicking u have planned. Butmostly I thought Cary and I needed to spend some quality downtime together. It was a new town for us, new apartment, new jobs and experiences,new boyfriends for both of us. We really needed tomake the time.

Up for a trip to Vegas? Just u and me? Fuck yeah! As I silenced my phone and put it away, my gaze passed briefly overthe two collage photo frames next to my monitor—one filled with photos of both of my parentsand one of Cary, and the other filled with photos of me and Gideon. Gideon had put the lattercollection together himself, wanting me to have a reminder of him just like the reminder he hadof me on his desk. As if I needed it. I loved having those images of the people I loved close by: That million-dollar face was starting to pop up inmagazines everywhere and soon would grace billboards and bus stops advertising Grey Islesclothing.

He hadgleaming dark skin, a trim goatee, and soft brown eyes. We worked well together, and Ihoped that would be the case for a long time to come. I took a cautious sip, since it was hot, then coughed over the unexpected—andunwelcome—flavor. Since it was time for my break, I started an Internet search for Dr. Are you nuts? Figured we could sip mojitos by the pool and live off room service for acouple days.

His plane, his hotel. I think we need it. He wants to fly out by eight tomorrow night. Want me to put a bag together for you, too?

He hadserious talent when it came to clothes. He was an expert at self-sabotage,never truly believing he was worthy of happiness. As I returned my attention to work, the Google search on my monitor reminded me of myinterest in Dr. Terry Lucas.

A few articles about him had been posted on the Web, completewith pictures that cemented the verification. Forty-five years of age. Married for twenty years. I exhaled my relief when I saw that Mrs. Lucas was a pale-skinned woman withshort, bright red hair. But that left me with more questions. Weknew some of the basic cohabitation stuff about each other after spending so many nightssleeping over at our respective apartments. We were together because we were addicted to each other.

I was never as intoxicated asI was when we were happy together, and I knew it was the same for him.

We were puttingourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were sotenuous that only our stubbornness, determination, and love kept us fighting for them. Enough with making yourself crazy.

Monica Tramell Barker Mitchell Stanton was very, very good at being a trophy wife. Sheknew precisely what was expected of her and delivered without fail. My right tosay no was my most valued possession. Minimizing my e-mail window, I pushed my personal life aside and went back to searchingfor market comparisons on fruity coffee.

I coordinated some initial meetings between thestrategists and Mark and helped Mark with brainstorming a campaign for a gluten-freerestaurant.

Noon approached and I was starting to feel seriously hungry when my phone rang. Ianswered with my usual greeting. Do you have a minute? I could hear a bit of what was being said between her and Gideonduring dinner. Magdalene knew just how to exploitmy insecurities about Gideon. I just want you to know that he seemed to be thinking about you, trying to keepCorinne from upsetting you. I owe you one, Eva, for the way I introduced myself.

Yeah, she owed me for when she ambushed me in the bathroomwith her catty jealous bullshit. Not that I bought it as her sole motivation. Maybe I was just thelesser of two evils. Maybe she was keeping her enemies close. Thank you. Gideon always came after me. Whensomething threatened my stability, I ditched it.

They gotbored or they wanted his attention or some kind of grand gesture. So they walked away andexpected him to come after them. You know what he did? A man who never spent social time with womenhe slept with and never slept with women he associated with socially.

Corinne and I were the He seemed. My eyes closed as I mentally kicked myself. I had to stop running.

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Gideon and I were both going to have to stand and fight for this, forus, if we were going to have any hope of making our relationship work. Magdalene exhaled in a rush. Ourmothers are best friends. He has to work at it with you. Iwas abruptly overwhelmed by feelings of greed and possession. And the thought of any other womanhaving him made me insane. I pulled open my bottom drawer and dug my smartphone out of my purse. Driven by theneed to have him thinking as fiercely about me, I texted him about my sudden desperatehunger to devour him whole: Just thinking about how he looked when I took him in my mouth.

Since it was noon, I closed all the windows on my computer and headed outto reception to find Megumi. I coughed because her question came so soon after my text. Your choice. Do you trust the person setting you up? I expect the guy will at least be physically attractive, because I know whereshe sleeps at night and paybacks are a bitch.

Wish me luck. He was calling, not sexting me back. She waved it off nonchalantly. There was a wealth of promise inthe roughness of his voice.

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Slowing, I found I was speechless, just from hearing him say my name with that edginess Icraved—the sharp bite that told me he wanted to be inside me more than he wanted anythingelse in the world. While people flowed around me, entering and exiting the building, I was halted by theweighted silence on my phone.

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The unspoken and nearly irresistible demand. I swallowed. I want to hear you say those words. Not here. That million-dollar face was starting to pop up inmagazines everywhere and soon would grace billboards and bus stops advertising Grey Islesclothing.

He hadgleaming dark skin, a trim goatee, and soft brown eyes. We worked well together, and Ihoped that would be the case for a long time to come. I took a cautious sip, since it was hot, then coughed over the unexpected—andunwelcome—flavor. Since it was time for my break, I started an Internet search for Dr.

Are you nuts? Figured we could sip mojitos by the pool and live off room service for acouple days. His plane, his hotel. I think we need it. He wants to fly out by eight tomorrow night. Want me to put a bag together for you, too? He hadserious talent when it came to clothes. He was an expert at self-sabotage,never truly believing he was worthy of happiness.

As I returned my attention to work, the Google search on my monitor reminded me of myinterest in Dr. Terry Lucas. A few articles about him had been posted on the Web, completewith pictures that cemented the verification. Forty-five years of age. Married for twenty years. I exhaled my relief when I saw that Mrs.

Lucas was a pale-skinned woman withshort, bright red hair. But that left me with more questions. Weknew some of the basic cohabitation stuff about each other after spending so many nightssleeping over at our respective apartments. We were together because we were addicted to each other. I was never as intoxicated asI was when we were happy together, and I knew it was the same for him.

We were puttingourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were sotenuous that only our stubbornness, determination, and love kept us fighting for them.

Enough with making yourself crazy. Monica Tramell Barker Mitchell Stanton was very, very good at being a trophy wife. Sheknew precisely what was expected of her and delivered without fail. My right tosay no was my most valued possession. Minimizing my e-mail window, I pushed my personal life aside and went back to searchingfor market comparisons on fruity coffee. I coordinated some initial meetings between thestrategists and Mark and helped Mark with brainstorming a campaign for a gluten-freerestaurant.

Noon approached and I was starting to feel seriously hungry when my phone rang. Ianswered with my usual greeting. Do you have a minute? I could hear a bit of what was being said between her and Gideonduring dinner.

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Magdalene knew just how to exploitmy insecurities about Gideon. I just want you to know that he seemed to be thinking about you, trying to keepCorinne from upsetting you.

I owe you one, Eva, for the way I introduced myself. Yeah, she owed me for when she ambushed me in the bathroomwith her catty jealous bullshit. Not that I bought it as her sole motivation. Maybe I was just thelesser of two evils. Maybe she was keeping her enemies close.

Thank you. Gideon always came after me. Whensomething threatened my stability, I ditched it. They gotbored or they wanted his attention or some kind of grand gesture. So they walked away andexpected him to come after them. You know what he did? A man who never spent social time with womenhe slept with and never slept with women he associated with socially. Corinne and I were the He seemed. My eyes closed as I mentally kicked myself.

I had to stop running. Gideon and I were both going to have to stand and fight for this, forus, if we were going to have any hope of making our relationship work.

Magdalene exhaled in a rush. Ourmothers are best friends. He has to work at it with you. Iwas abruptly overwhelmed by feelings of greed and possession. And the thought of any other womanhaving him made me insane. I pulled open my bottom drawer and dug my smartphone out of my purse.

Driven by theneed to have him thinking as fiercely about me, I texted him about my sudden desperatehunger to devour him whole: Just thinking about how he looked when I took him in my mouth.

Since it was noon, I closed all the windows on my computer and headed outto reception to find Megumi. I coughed because her question came so soon after my text. Your choice. Do you trust the person setting you up?

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I expect the guy will at least be physically attractive, because I know whereshe sleeps at night and paybacks are a bitch. Wish me luck. He was calling, not sexting me back. She waved it off nonchalantly.

There was a wealth of promise inthe roughness of his voice. Slowing, I found I was speechless, just from hearing him say my name with that edginess Icraved—the sharp bite that told me he wanted to be inside me more than he wanted anythingelse in the world.

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While people flowed around me, entering and exiting the building, I was halted by theweighted silence on my phone. The unspoken and nearly irresistible demand. I swallowed. I want to hear you say those words. Not here. Let me call you later. Then I remembered that the Caller ID put him in his office. My gaze lifted, searching for the security cameras.

Immediately, I felt his eyes on me, hot andwanting. Arousal surged through me, spurred by his desire. Your text made me hard, Eva. What are you going to do about it? To play with me? I knew to pay careful attention when Gideon got serious about sex. I love making you come, Gideon. For him, sex hadpreviously been about pain and degradation or lust and necessity. Now, with me, it was aboutpleasure and love. Because I treasure you, Eva, and what we have. Even our driving urge to fuck eachother constantly is precious to me, because it matters.

How did he always know what was going on in my mind? Which was why I now insisted on having some sort of friendly framework inplace before I went to bed with a man. It hit me then that I was off balance. I had this sick feeling in my gut, like something awfulwas going to happen.

And your mouth. I wished I could just open the valve and gush about my overwhelming feelings for him. Howthoughts of him consumed me, how the feel of him beneath my hands drove me wild, how thepassion of his tortured soul cut into me like the sharpest blade. Not ever. He was too visible, too well known.

Private tidbits about his lifewere worth a small fortune. Did you know him before you started workinghere? Although I suppose we would have met eventually. I wondered what that meeting would havebeen like—him with a gorgeous brunette on his arm and me with Cary. Painfully, brutally so. She shook her head. Gossip is one of my vices. So areextremely hot men like Gideon Cross.

It was good to hang out with another girl. Is he single? Wanna hookme up? The moment things started going too well, Carysabotaged them. Things are. You liketacos? Come on. Forty minutes ofgossip, guy-ogling, and three awesome carne asada tacos later, I was feeling pretty good. The city was thrumming around us, taxis and people surging through the growing heatand humidity as they crammed what they could into the insufficient hours of the day. I people-watched shamelessly, my eyes skimming over everyone and everything.

Men in business suits walked alongside women in flowing skirts and flip-flops. Ladies inhaute couture and five-hundred-dollar shoes teetered past steaming hot dog vendor carts andshouting hawkers.

We were stopped by a traffic light directly across from the Crossfire, and my gaze wasimmediately drawn to the black Bentley sitting in front of it. It made me tingly just thinkingabout it— Suddenly, I went cold. A woman whose poise and hold over Gideon brought out all my worst insecurities.

Corinne Giroux looked like a breath of fresh air in a cream-colored sheath dress and cherryred heels. In fact, it looked a little disheveled. And her fingers wererubbing at her mouth, wiping along the outline of her lips. I pulled my smartphone out, activated the camera, and snapped a picture.

With theproximity of the zoom, I could see why she was fussing with her lipstick—it was smeared. No,more like mashed. As if from a passionate kiss. The light changed. Angus stepped out of theBentley and came around, speaking to her briefly before opening the back door for her.