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when I was three sheets to the wind and the two of you were busy going down on me in the ladies room at the club?”
    “Just before that,” he said.
    I snorted and threw my hairbrush at him, then began to shoot a successive volley of elastic hair ties toward his head. He laughed and shut the door to ward off my attack.
    I hurriedly threw on some makeup and took a second to survey myself in the mirror. Linette would at least be pleased that I chose to wear a pretty, girly sundress and had my hair up. Hopefully that would appease her after having to wait.
    After slipping on a pair of strappy, stacked-heel shoes I knew she’d also approve of more than my usual dark leather boots, I sauntered into the living room and smiled sunnily at the older woman who sat in a fake relaxed posture on our dark leather sofa.
    “Mom! Ben forgot to tell me we had a date. What a great surprise!”
    She probably knew I was full of shit, especially because I never called her “Mom” unless I was lying to her, but she liked it when I made an effort to keep up appearances. Even though she’d attempted to raise me and be a good maternal figure for the last ten years, she and I had never managed to find any common ground outside of loving my dad. I mentally edited that thought to include Ben, too. At least within the last few months my feelings toward Ben had done a one-eighty, which I think pleased her to no end. It also pleased me that she had no clue about the true nature of my “love” for Ben, or his for me.
    She returned my fake smile with one of her own and stood to hug me.
    As I was about to step toward her and accept her embrace, a sharp smack hit my backside and I jumped.
    Andre’s deep voice whispered in my ear, “I’ll make sure you don’t go hungry tonight, Kitty Kat, if you promise not to run away.” In a louder voice, he said, “Nice to see you again, Mrs. Farrell. I wish I could join you for breakfast, but practice calls.”
    My face heated in response and my ass tingled pleasantly under his palm, which he had the audacity to leave there for the next few seconds while he offered his other hand in greeting to Linette. I hoped like hell Linette couldn’t see Andre groping me, but I had no doubt she’d heard the smack from the way her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed briefly into a tight line.
    She recovered quickly and accepted his offered hand, but the set of her mouth made her distaste very apparent. I think if Andre hadn’t been loaded and the owner of the apartment we shared, she’d have probably railed against us even being friends with the guy, much less living with him. My stuck up WASP of a stepmother wasn’t the most enlightened individual.
    With a final little squeeze Andre released my ass cheek. I let out the breath I’d been holding and forced myself not to watch him walk toward the front door with his duffel of gear slung over one huge shoulder. When I glanced back at Linette, her gaze seemed fixed on something in that direction, too. I smiled to myself while I watched her watch Andre’s ass flex under his track pants. Yeah, those solid mounds of muscle were like twin magnets for a woman’s eyes. And many men’s eyes, too, for that matter.
    “Mom, are you ready?” Ben asked, a hint of humor in his voice. He and I shared an amused look at her flustered reaction. She regained her composure quickly and nodded. “We may just make it in time for our reservation.”

Betraying Benjamin: Chapter 3
    H aving to endure Linette’s critical eye had always made me feel tiny and insignificant growing up. Yet somehow today none of it seemed to faze me. Perhaps it was the secret Ben and I shared that had finally given me power over the woman. Where I used to believe the two of them both hated me and had it out for me my whole life, now I knew that Ben was actually on my side and had been all along.
    Every so often on the way to the restaurant, he would accidentally brush up against me—a fingertip brushing an