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That towel has seen a lot of use since he first carried me into my apartment.
    He collapses next to me and the refreshed scent of our sex invades my senses. It intoxicates me. Who is this Sexy Brit that has just given me the best sex of my life?
    I’m so completely lost in his bright, gray eyes that I forget there is a world outside of my bedroom. But the sudden buzzing of my phone from the nightstand snaps me back into reality.
    My eyes dart over and see the clock with its little, red numbers taunting me. It reads 9:00AM, and I no longer have to wonder who’s calling me.
    “Fuck!”

Chapter 8

    “You’re already late. Just tell them something’s come up.”
    Isaac gives me that collected, confident smile of his as I ignore the ringing phone and scramble to get dressed and make sure I don’t look hideous enough to scare people in public.
    “This is exactly why I shouldn’t have let you come up,” I say, frustrated.
    I’m speaking more to myself than him. There are many times in life where it should be easy to make the right decision, and last night was one of those times. I should have just taken a cab home from the bar, had a good night’s sleep, and been early to work to make a good first impression. But no, I had to go get all tangled up with the sexy British guy that doesn’t seem to understand that I am about to forcibly remove him from my apartment if he doesn’t stop looking so damned scrumptious laying there in my bed.
    “You’re too hard on yourself. I’m sure it’s no big deal,” he says, still grinning his boyish grin.
    His brown hair is even more disheveled than it had been the night before, which shouldn’t turn me on as much as it is. I prefer my men to be clean cut and well groomed. But clearly the rules don’t apply to Isaac Drake. And what pisses me off is that he knows it.
    “This isn’t just some job to me. It’s my career. I haven’t worked this hard all my life to throw it all away on some fling.”
    In fact, it’s more than just a career to me. But he doesn’t need to know any of that. He won’t be in my life much longer, so there’s no point in even bringing it up.
    Isaac props himself up on his elbows, his brow drawing down as he watches me.
    “After last night… and this morning… you’re still planning on just kicking me to the curb?” His voice is light and curious, not upset.
    I give him a look. “I’m sure it’s hard to believe that there are women out there who aren’t interested in something more, but I’m one of them.”
    “When was the last time a guy made you come like I do?”
    I roll my eyes and hook my new earrings through my lobes. I cringe as I give myself one more look in the mirror.
    “It doesn’t matter,” I say. “I’m sure it won’t take you long to find another girl that’s ready and willing to be your play thing.”
    His bright gray eyes watch me as I do my best to pull my long, brown hair back and make it presentable without actually spending any real time on it. I grimace as the phone on the nightstand buzzes again.
    “What if I don’t want to make another girl come?”
    I let out a laugh. “You’re a guy. You’re hard wired to want to fuck every girl you meet. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
    I catch his look in the dresser mirror and for the first time he actually looks angry with me. His lips are pinched together in a scowl and he’s shaking his head. He rolls out of bed and begins pulling his clothes on, grumbling words beneath his breath the whole time.
    I give myself one more hesitant look in the mirror. I’m a complete disaster, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ll have to make the best of the situation and then never let it happen again. I glance at Isaac, and nod to myself.
    This can never happen again.
    By the time I grab my purse and phone, Isaac is already fully dressed and giving me a stern look. He follows me out through the living room and I notice the shut door to Tawny’s room. I