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holding. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
    “Mr. Jones, tell Mr. Sinclair he can’t pay for
himself!” The slut screeched like a banshee.
      Mr. Jones, the
organizer of the event, was sitting behind the desk and looked too old to be
dealing with her temper tantrums and Riana wished there was a way she could
spare him the drama.
    “Miss Davenport, what seems to be the matter?” he
asked with a tired voice.
    Riana stepped back to avoid the slut’s hand as it shot
up to point an accusing finger at her. “This… thing can’t afford to pay for Mr. Sinclair. She very well knew that
but she still joined the bid. In fact, she isn’t even a guest but a waitress.
She shouldn’t have been participating!”
    “And you can?” Allan threw over his shoulder.
    “Can what?”
    “Can you afford me?”
    The slut went silent, staring at Allan with a seething
look but he was completely unfazed. He stared at her like he was staring at a
spoiled child throwing a tantrum.
    He turned back to the desk. “Didn’t think so.”
    Riana took another step back. She wanted to give them
some space—not too much space, but just enough to deal with their issues—and
hopefully Allan could reduce her screeching by a few octaves as well.
    Allan’s hand stilled over the check and his gaze
quickly shot up to her. His expression was blank except for his right brow,
which slowly rose. She wasn’t sure if he was asking a question or reacting to
her stepping back. Riana took back the step and Allan turned his attention back
to the check.
    So that’s
what that look meant. Noted .
    His ex -girlfriend
stepped forward and placed her hand on his arm. Riana knew she was being
ridiculous, but the sudden urge to rip it off filled her. She was feeling
territorial over a guy she just met. Loraine was right; there was something seriously
wrong with her.
    “Allan, you can’t possibly be serious. This trip is
for us.”
    Riana held back a laugh. The banshee was gone and the
seductress was in the house.
    Allan straightened, tucking his checkbook back into
his jacket pocket after tearing off a page and handing it to the lady on the
desk. He gently pulled her hand off his arm and dropped it. Then he smiled a
smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t forget Michael.”
    Michael.
That must be the guy she was having sex with in the manager’s office .
    His ex stepped back as if
she’d been slapped. “He’s irrelevant!” she said hotly.
    Irrelevant? Riana was shocked. Twenty minutes ago she was very
accommodating to him. Now he was irrelevant?
    Allan tilted his head slightly to the side, his brow
rising in wonder. “Oh really? Does he feel the same way? Only a few minutes ago
you were bent over—”
    “Enough!” she yelled cutting him off. She took a
visible deep breath, shutting her eyes for a moment before she spoke again. “I
thought you didn’t care. And would I be wrong in concluding you too are having
an affair with this… waitress ?” She
hissed through clenched teeth and Riana thought she sounded like a snake.
    “If it will make you feel better, you can take her
upstairs to our suite for a few hours, then we’ll be even. We’ll go home and
discuss our trip to Venice.”
    Riana wasn’t sure what offended her more. The fact
that the slut just called her a whore or that she still thought she was going
on her trip to Venice. She decided to
address the first because the Venice trip was a sure thing.
    “I am not a whore!”
    The slut sneered. “Of course not,” she responded
sarcastically.
    Before Riana could give her retort, Loraine stepped
in. “It’s true. The girl has never had sex,” she said in such a nonchalant way,
biting into an appetizer and adding, “This is really good.” Riana had no way to
hold back the laughter that bubbled out.
    “Lucky me,” Allan mumbled, killing Riana’s laugh.
    He probably didn’t mean to say it out loud—the sultry
look he was giving her suggested his mind was far off and she was