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into his arms, pressing my face against his chest. “I don’t want any other woman.”
    “You’ll hold Gretchen tonight,” I mumble against his silk tie. “You’ll kiss her. The paparazzi will expect that. She will also.”
    And I’ll be alone.
    “That’s all I’ll do.” He strokes my hair.
    I savor his touch, relish the warmth, the scent, the strength of him for one more moment. This is where I want to be, to stay.
    Forever. Not simply between the hours of nine and five.
    “That’s all you’ll do for how long? A week? More?” I wiggle free. “Hey, I might last eight days and tie for the record.”
    “Lucille—”
    “Don’t say our relationship will last longer than that because it can’t, not under those restrictions.” I stomp toward the door. “A quick fuck at the office isn’t enough for me. I want a man I can eat dinner with, strong arms around me while I sleep, whispered ‘I love yous’ in the dark, hot, sweaty sex in the morning. I’m willing to tolerate the paparazzi, the gossip, the cameras to have all of that.” To have him.
    “You believe that now, but you don’t know how cruel the paparazzi can be. They’ll tear you apart.”
    “Gretchen survived.” I place my hand on the doorknob and gaze over my shoulder at him.
    “You’re not Gretchen.”
    “You’re right. I’m not your ex.” I’m not one of his famous actresses or stunning supermodels, a woman he can be proud to have by his side, to introduce to his influential friends at fancy parties. “I’m stronger than she is.”
    I open the door and stride away from him. Men and women in dark suits are waiting outside the office. They turn their heads as I exit.
    “I’m sorry but we have to reschedule the big data meeting,” I announce, forcing a smile. “There’s been an emergency.”
    Their CEO has to convince a famous actress not to release the fight footage. He said I’d be his only fuck. But he also said he’d do whatever Gretchen asked in order to shield me from the paparazzi.
    The waiting men and women disperse. I return to my desk, trying to focus on the tasks I have to do.
    One of these tasks is rescheduling Brick’s meetings. I’ve completed all but one when, moments later, my boss emerges from his office. He looks so damn handsome, not a wrinkle in his suit, and my heart squeezes.
    Gretchen will ask him to fuck her, making that one of her requirements, and he’ll agree, telling himself he’s safeguarding me.
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I type faster and faster.
    “Miss Henderson.”
    I feel his gaze on my face but I refuse to look up.
    He sighs. “I’m going out. I don’t know if I’ll be back today.”
    Pain fills me. It shouldn’t take him all afternoon to talk to his ex.
    “Don’t look like that.” Brick moves closer to me. “You know I can’t stand it.”
    Fuck him. I can’t stand having my heart broken.
    My boss places his hands over mine, stopping my furious typing. “I have to pro—”
    “No, you don’t.” I turn my head and glare at him. “I might act dainty and delicate because I’m a fuckin’ lady.” I didn’t realize there were drawbacks to being a girly-girl. “But I don’t need your protection. I’m not as weak as you think I am. I can take care of my damn self.”
    “I don’t think you’re weak.”
    “Really?” I snort. “Because you sure the hell act like I am.” I’ve had enough of this bullshit. “Go. Ask Gretchen to the gala.” I slip my hands away from his. “If that makes your life easier. But don’t you dare pretend you’re doing it for me.”
    Brick opens his mouth, hesitates, shuts it again, pivots and walks away. I watch his broad, suit-clad shoulders until he disappears around a corner.
    I reschedule his last meeting for the day. Because that’s who I am—a goddamn professional, working while my boss cheats on me.
    That cheating won’t last. Gretchen might win him back temporarily but I’m not letting him go without a fight. I message Arianna Ross,