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takes my hand. We walk to the elevator, which is open and waiting with a new bellhop.
    “Thirteen please.”
    “Of course, Mr. Cruze.”
    We ride up in silence.
    John gives the guy a twenty—for nothing.
    “Thank you, Mr. Cruze.”
    “You’re welcome,” John says tightly.
    We walk to his room and he opens the door. Once we’re inside he breathes a huge sigh of relief.
    “Sometimes it’s really hard to be on all the time.”
    “I bet.” I search the living room looking for my stuff. I took off my dress and shoes there. Neither is anywhere to be found. The wine and cheese has been removed, and the blanket we snuggled with while we watched the movie has vanished. Obviously the room has been cleaned. “Any idea where my dress and shoes might be?” I think about my purse. I left it in the bathroom and dash in there, ignoring the doctor’s orders and the pounding in my head. It’s gone. “My purse isn’t where I left it,” I yell, frantic.
    John comes into the bedroom and opens a door. It’s a walk in closet filled with his clothes. On a shelf is my purse and my dress has been dry-cleaned. There’s a bag over it with a receipt stapled to the top.
    I open my purse and check inside. My mace, phone, money, condoms, and keys are still inside.  A strangled sigh of relief escapes my throat. I reach up and grab my dress. When I turn to leave, I see John standing in the doorway.
    He really is the hottest guy on the planet, just like People magazine claims. It still blows me away I didn’t recognize him.
    I take a tentative step forward.
    “Thank you so much for everything. I’m really sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused. If you can forgive me, I’ll be on my way, and you’ll never have to see me again.” I try to smile, but the thought of never kissing him, touching him, twists my heart. The feeling pisses me off. I fucking can’t believe I’ve let myself have feelings for him. If I could, I’d punch myself in the face. I mean how much of an ass am I? If there was one guy in the universe I could have feelings for or see myself with, it wouldn’t be John Cruze. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
    I try to push past him, but he grabs me by the shoulders.
    “Cadence, I…” His eyes look sad.
    “We don’t have to make this difficult. I fucked up and while last night was awesome, it was also a mistake. Fileze is furious and I’ve got to t ry and make things right.” I have no idea how to do that, but I have to figure out a way. And I can’t do that while I’m here with him.
    John nods.
    I quickly head toward the door. For some reason, tears are threatening.
    Don’t be such a fucking idiot!
    Even if he felt something too, it’s like what his manager said: I’m bad for his reputation and he isn’t going to give up his career in the spotlight for a chance to date and get to know a hooker.
    I ’m fucked.
    “Cadence, wait.” He comes up behind me.
    “What?” I say with more irritation than I feel.
    He reaches out, strokes my cheek with his thumb. “Stay. Please, just… stay.”
    “And what, be your live-in hooker? Hang out in the hotel room and fuck you when you’re around?”
    John flinches. His jaw clenches.
    My shoulders sag. I’d love to stay and hang out with him. Really get to know him. See if what we had last night was just a fluke, a fucking amazing fluke, or if it meant something. But I can’t. We can’t. It would never work.
    “Whatever,” he says, and I realize I’ve hurt his male pride. It doesn’t matter though. He’ll get over it way before I will.
    I open the door and walk to the elevator. Push the down arrow. The bellhop is waiting.
    “Hey,” John calls and my heart flips in excitement. Maybe he doesn’t care about his career. Or maybe he’s willing to give it a try. Fight for what happened last night. For the sparks we both felt.
    “Yeah?” I turn and look at him, trying to hide my hope.
    “Justin will take you home. He’s waiting out front.” My heart sinks.
    “That’s very