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adding up.
    As much as I would love to find out the truth right then and there, it wasn’t the right setting to ask. Besides, the peach martini was warming my tummy, and I could already feel the slight lightheaded effect of the alcohol in my system. Instead, I dwelled on my surroundings and the thriving liveliness of the party.
    True New Yorkers did party differently than what I was used to back in Orange County. There was some sort of understated snobbishness when it came to this crowd, but as Spencer had stated, I would eventually get used to it.
    I ignored the odd looks headed my way as they briefly spoke to their friend Spencer. Some, I imagined, were women he used to date, because they threw the iciest of looks. If I were sober enough, I would have taken offense, but I was tipsy and didn’t care one flying fark about any of them.
    After my third drink, I was ready to call it quits. Glancing at where Jackson was arguing with a woman Spencer had identified as Yvonne, I thought there was no way he would willingly go home right then.
    Too drunk to care about their lover’s quarrel, I took hold of my purse before placing the empty martini glass on the table. “I gotta go. Thanks for an interesting evening.”
    “I’m coming with you.” Spencer began to stand up, but I placed a hand on his shoulder.
    “I’m okay. Stay and party a while. It’s not even one in the morning. I’m sure you have better things to do.”
    He took my hand and held it in his own. “I’m taking you home whether you like it or not, Chloe.”
    “Fine, whatever floats your boat.”
    Spencer didn’t once let go of my hand as he guided me out of the building. In a way, I was grateful. I didn’t want to find my way around town to get back home.
    Cabs were abundant since it was a balmy Saturday night, so it didn’t take us long to grab one and get dropped outside the apartment building.
    “Thank you. I can take it from here.” I grinned before opening the door, but much to my surprise, Spencer did, as well. “What are you doing?” I asked him after watching the back headlights of the cab as it drove away into the traffic.
    “I want to make sure you’re inside the condo; is that so wrong?” He threw me a look similar to what I had just given him moments ago, mocking me a little.
    “Fine, but if you have any other designs, I’m going to kick your balls so hard you’ll wish you’d settled for good ol’ blue balls.”
    He chortled before taking my hand once again as he led us inside the building and into the elevator.
    “I think I like you more than I should, Chloe,” he murmured close to my ear as the elevator door closed to take us to the eighth floor. His breath tickled the side of my neck before I felt his lips graze my skin. “Go out with me tomorrow night?

Chapter Four
     
    Spencer was so close to me that I felt a little breathless. He wasn’t the type of guy I usually went for, but I was attracted to him more than I cared to admit.
    “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
    Before he could manage to say anything, the elevator dinged our arrival, and it wasn’t long until we were strolling toward the apartment door. My mind filled with uncertainties as I withdrew my hand away from his grasp, pulling out the keys from my purse.
    Given how incessantly determined he had been, it didn’t shock me that he followed me in and closed the door behind him.
    We were skirting around the hallway before he pulled me close to him. “Give me one good reason why you shouldn’t enjoy my company tomorrow. Spare me the excuse about Jackson. I can talk to him about it.” Seeking my eyes, he ran his hands softly against my shoulders, pulling me a tad closer. “You can’t deny we have something here, so why don’t we just have a little fun and see where it’s heading?”
    I had dated before and after that night happened with Drew, but he was the only man I had been intimate with. More importantly, aside from Spencer being Jackson’s