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wrong, what I’m doing—letting him touch me, wanting him to. I never wanted to be a pawn again after the last time, being manipulated again and again. Yet as the imprint of his touch pulses on my skin, I can’t bring myself to feel ashamed.
    Determined to shake off this hold he has on me, I grip my clutch tightly and slide out of the limo. The driver takes my hand to help me out, and then promptly offers my hand to Mr. Masters. He looks away, clearly rejecting me. I pretend to fix my hair, recovering the best I can in front of the driver though humiliation heats my cheeks.
    He was looking at my chest as if he was about to feast on my tits at a fucking buffet, but now he can’t take my hand like a gentleman? Conflicted by his changing moods, I paste a neutral smile on my lips and follow him inside. That’s when I realize where we are. Doing a double-take at the sign near the door, I momentarily forget that my date is a certified, bi-polar asshole.
    Avra is an exclusive Greek restaurant, noted often for celebrity sightings and winning high-profile dining awards. I’ve always wanted to eat here, but of course, it’s been out of my reach.
    He takes my hand and places it on his arm, surprising me, as a hostess greets us. My fingers curl into his sleeve instinctively as we’re led down a back hallway to a beautifully decorated private room. Tables and chairs are artfully arranged around the perimeter, leaving plenty of space for the crowd inside to mingle.
    We’ve no sooner stepped inside the room when a sudden and noticeable hush takes over. He pauses, as if giving everyone a chance to look us over, before leading me forward. I hear people talking about us, their voices craftily low enough to be discreet, but loud enough to be heard. The guests, I realize with a chill, are mostly male. He takes me to the edge of the room where a splash of color dots the sea of black suits.
    A small group of women mingle together, their eyes widening falsely as we approach. He smiles at them, but there’s no warmth in it as he slides my hand off his harm, nods at me, and walks away.
    Dumbfounded … speechless, my mouth drops open as I watch him leave. Realizing I’m being stared at, I clamp my jaw and take a breath, willing a smile that waves this all off as typical.
    If the group is shocked by his cold behavior, they don’t show it. Whatever chatter they’d been tossing around starts right back up again. The group widens a bit, enveloping me as if they’re used to accepting whatever tossed-off woman happens to be thrown into their midst.
    Since I’m not sure if these women are actually wives, dates, or professional girlfriends, I have no idea what to say, think, or do.
    “Dana, he bought you a Gucci?” A glossy-haired blond coos and swishes her hand at a petite brunette. I look at them, really , look at them all for the first time. Casual, my ass. Each of them is dressed to the hilt—designer dresses, spiked heels, jewelry that glitters dollar signs in the soft lighting.
    Discreetly, I glance down at my no-name wrap dress and curse myself for not choosing something a little more expensive from the back of my closet. Apparently the word casual doesn’t mean ‘from Macy’s’ when you’re wealthy.
    “Who are you wearing, darling?” The blond turns to me. “I don’t recognize the dress.”
    Busted. “Oh … it’s…“ Quickly, I offer her my hand. “I’m Erica, by the way. Nice to meet you all.”
    “You’re here with Brent Masters!” Blondie chirps, and the group seems to close in around me. “You must tell us how the two of you met.”
    “Wasn’t he with that redhead not long ago?” The curvy girl next to me asks. “What was her name … Nora or something?”
    They all toss around name suggestions and I can’t help but see this as the perfect opportunity to slink away. A waiter comes by with champagne and I snag a glass, and then a small plate of hors d’oeuvres from the second server that passes. The women