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him
alone.
    “Rachel? Rachel? Stop,
please,” Richard asked.
    She kept walking, hating the
fact they were drawing attention.
    “Please, stop walking away
from me.”
    Stopping where she was, she
faced him. “What? Do you need money? With your winnings you can pay for my
dinner.” She stared at his face and knew she’d brought this date on herself.
Hating Chris for his knowledge of the situation, she raised her palm and
slapped Richard.
    “Don’t ever speak to me
again.”
    Without waiting for a
response she ran out of the restaurant, wanting to put as much distance as she
could between them both.
    She didn’t answer her cell
phone as it rang.
    Getting a taxi, she gave the
man Chris’s address and sat back down, waiting to get to his place. The guard
on the door smiled at her and then frowned when he saw her tears.
    Rachel gave him a wave and
headed toward the stairs.
    ****
    Chris listened to the
guard’s explanation as his door was being banged on. Her key was still on the
kitchen counter where he’d left it. Going to the door, he saw her waiting for
him, crying.
    “Did you know?” she asked.
    “Did I know what?” He was
stalling for time.
    “About the bet, did you
know? You know everything else, so why not know about this?” She raised her
arms in the air.
    Wrapping his arms around her
waist, he pulled her into his apartment.
    “Yes, I knew about the bet,
and yes, I told Richard to tell you the truth,” he said.
    “Why? It was an innocent
date. Why did you have to spoil it?” Her voice grew louder with every word she
said.
    “Did you want to have a date
with a guy who couldn’t be bothered to care about you?” he asked, getting
annoyed.
    “You don’t get it. This was
the first date I’ve had in over a year. I just wanted to have some fun.”
    He wiped the tears from her
cheeks. “Richard is not worth these tears, Rachel.”
    “I know. He’s not worth
anything, but now I’ve lost everything, Chris.”
    “How?” The urge to pull her into his arms was strong.
    She breezed past him standing
in front of his coffee table. “How can I go back to work knowing they were all
betting on sleeping with me?”
    Chris rubbed the back of his
neck. “Then don’t go back to work.”
    “No, you don’t get it.”
    “Do you know what I don’t
get? Why you keep backing away from me.” He took a step closer to her. She
stepped back, moving around from the coffee table. The tension in the room
thickened. His cock tightened at the sight of her in the cocktail dress. He’d
been with her when she brought the dress. Chris had needed a date for a
function, and Rachel had agreed to go with him. He’d brought the dress himself
and had her on his arm. The night had been magical, and one of the few times
he’d forgotten about his responsibility with her.
    She wasn’t his responsibility.
Rachel had never been anything more to him than a friend. He wanted so much
more, and he was determined to get what he wanted.
    “What are you doing?” she
asked, backing away. Her back hit the nearest wall, stopping her from running
from him.
    Pressing his palms to the
wall on either side of her head, Chris gazed into her dark brown eyes and then
down at her plump, heart-shaped lips. Fuck, she was so beautiful and sexy. He
wanted her badly.
    If he did this, then their
relationship would be over.
    “Chris, what are you doing?”
she asked. He cupped her cheek then sank his fingers into her hair, fisting the
length.
    “I’m doing what we should
have done a long time ago.”
    “I don’t know what you’re
talking about,” she said. Her gaze went to his lips before jerking back up to
look at his face.
    “You know exactly what I’m
talking about.”
    She shook her head, and he
stopped all denial by pressing his body against her. Rubbing his cock against
her stomach, Chris watched her reaction. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him.
    Tilting her head back, he
didn’t give her room to move or to mistake what he was