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life.”
    “We’ve had sex twice and he won’t even tell me his name.”
    “So?” She pulls back at looks at me. “The prince didn’t know Cinderella’s name either.”
    “I don’t remember them having hot nasty sex at the ball.”
    “Really?” she says. “Want to borrow my kindle? I have three versions, one where she’s blindfolded and…”
    “Stop! Oh my gosh.” I’m laughing again and I refill both our glasses. “Besides, that’s a crap analogy. The stupid prince was willing to marry anyone who fit the glass slipper left behind by the woman he loved. He was willing to marry her bitchy stepsister when she managed to squeeze her foot into his perfect foot size ideal. That is my whole problem with men in a nutshell. They’re all just looking for a convenient way to get sex, and who cares if anyone gets hurt along the way.” I climb to my feet and stare hard at Gemma. “And I’m not playing anymore.”
    Gemma claps furiously then pulls me back to the couch and refills my glass. “That’s all well and good,” she says. “But what if he comes back next week?”
    I take a long gulp of my wine then blow a long rude strawberry, my tongue between my lips. “That is exactly what I’ll say.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 9
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    A few days later, the bar is quiet, the band packing up after a set that wasn’t too bad, but wasn’t great.
    I make a mental note to scratch their name unless we have a hole in the schedule.
    I’m serving the last few customers and clearing tables when I hear the door open.
    Though I feel a tiny jolt of excitement, I don’t look up.
    I want it to be him… but I don’t want it to be him.
    I’ve been walking on eggshells and jumping at shadows for days.
    I’ll be damned if I spend one more second waiting for my stranger to appear again.
    A shadow falls over me as I’m bending down, handing out drinks to a table of five. 
    When I straighten, I have just enough time to stifle the yelp of surprise and to my ire, joy at seeing the tall, darkly dressed man.
    I manage a smile and open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out; my words are clogged in my throat.
    What is he doing here?
    As if I don’t know, a tiny voice sneers and I straighten my shoulders and look up into his face.
    He’s smiling, the smile he used to wear every time he saw me, before we started sleeping together.
    I didn’t realize how much I missed it till this moment and as I smile back up at him, my resolve melts.
    He hands me a card, turns and walks out.
    As I make my way back to the bar, I read the familiar hotel details:
     
     
    Four Seasons: Room 281
     
     
    A tremor of excitement shivers down my spine and settles, hot and mischievous, in my lower belly.
    But then I turn the card – and freeze.
     
     
    My name is Ted.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 10
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    This is a bad idea.
    This is a bad, bad, bad idea.
    The mantra plays in my head as I ride the elevator up to his room.
    I know what a bad idea this is, but somehow my body is working on autopilot and my mind is bound and gagged, forced to watch as I nurture my base physical needs.
    When I reach his room, he opens the door before I knock and smiles, waving me in.
    I open my mouth to speak but he puts a finger to my lips and smiles wider, shaking his head. I try to speak again but he covers my mouth.
    What the hell is he doing?
    But before I can demand an answer he pulls me closer, cups my face and kisses me.
    The urgency of our earlier meetings is gone but in its place is a new kind of intimacy.
    He kisses me like he knows every inch of my mouth, knows how to make me tremble with desire, knows how to tease.
    He lifts me off my feet, one arm around my shoulders, one under my knees.
    I can’t believe how easily he picks me up, like I weigh nothing at all.
    He carries me into his bedroom, his mouth never leaving mine and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.
    I give