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Think of it as a game.”
    Good for us? I’m not sure how to
interpret that, but I’m afraid to ask.
    “All right,” I agree, because I’m not sure
what else to say. “Just dating, no sex.”
    He smiles, but it’s a small smile, as if he’s
still uncertain at my response—or is he uncertain about his own
suggestion? I’ve dated enough to know that one partner wanting
“slow things down” is never a good thing.
    But I won’t argue with him here. I won’t let
him see how much his words have hurt me.
    “In that case,” I say, “I guess this is
goodnight.”
    He nods. I can’t read the expression in his
eyes—is that regret?—but I’m not sure I want to know the truth. I
turn and unlock the door with shaking hands. His eyes bore into my
back, but he doesn’t try to stop me.
    “Goodnight, Lily,” he says as I retreat
inside the apartment.
    I stand by the door long after I’ve closed
it, hoping, in my pathetic little heart, that he’ll change his
mind. That he’ll come back and knock on my door and tell me it was
all some sick joke.
    But he doesn’t.
     
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CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    “What’s wrong with you this week?” Morgan
asks. “You seem distracted.”
    She’s brought me the supply list for her
upcoming classes, and I’ve spent the last five minutes trying to
find the master list on the computer. I can’t remember the damned
file name.
    “I’m fine,” I assure her, but Morgan’s too
astute for that. She plunks down in the chair across from me and
props her elbow on my desk.
    “Trouble with Mr. Hunky McBillionaire?”
    As promised, I talked to her the morning
after my date with Calder. Once she realized who he was, she wanted
to know everything. And I mean everything. I haven’t told
her the full story, of course—a girl needs to keep her secrets,
especially when they involve sex games and mysterious mansions. I
didn’t tell her about the way our date ended, either. I’m still
trying to process it myself.
    I mean, he spent all evening teasing me with
his wicked promises, touching me and whispering about the things he
would do to me later. He took my panties, for freak’s sake. What
the hell happened? What could his financial advisor possibly say to
him during that call that would change everything so
drastically?
    “Everything’s fine with us,” I assure
Morgan.
    “Mm-hm.” She clearly doesn’t believe me.
    Honestly, I don’t want to get into it with
her. I’ve been trying to keep myself from thinking about it, since
I know that over-analyzing these things only makes them seem worse.
He only asked to slow things down. He’s probably just trying to be
a gentleman. Maybe he’s right—maybe this will be good for us.
    Whatever the reason, I refuse to dwell on it.
I’ve poured myself into my work these past three days, trying to
concentrate on something productive, but if Morgan’s noticed that
something’s wrong then I must not be doing a very good job of
hiding my mood.
    I finally find the file containing the supply
master list, but I can still feel Morgan studying me as I plug in
the new numbers.
    “He hasn’t called you, has he?” she says.
    I’ve been trying not to think about that,
either. I mean, no matter what all those dating rules say, it
doesn’t matter whether he waits one day or three to call after a
date. Couples have lives outside of each other.
    And we’re not even officially a couple yet,
so none of this matters anyway.
    God, I’m a mess.
    Morgan leans across the desk and grabs my
arm.
    “Please, Lily,” she begs. “You went out with
Calder-freaking-Cunningham. You’re the only one of us allowed to
have scandalous dating adventures. Let me live vicariously through
you.” Morgan’s getting married in the spring. In fact, she moved
out here this past summer to be with her fiancé, who works at one
of the large banks downtown. She hasn’t had the chance to make many
friends, which works out for me since I don’t have many either. I
work such