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Sebastian for placing her and Leila into such an awkward position. Couldn’t he have taken her someplace else? It was cruel of him to be rubbing their, so called, relationship in Leila’s face.
    Paige studied him through hooded eyes as he spoke on his cell ph one on the ride to his apartment; fighting to contain her ire at the situation. She studied his mouth; the way it thinned when it was apparent that he was displeased at whatever was being said on the other end of the line, the whitening of the edge whenever he was angry and the sensuous curve whenever he smiled. Why did all the cute guys have to be such jerks? She wondered crossly. And this one was way out of your league, she reminded herself. She was just a means to an end for him; like so many other people in this man’s life; Leila for example.
    She contemplated confronting him about what he’d done; eventually deciding that it was none of her business. They would be separate people sharing a house; nothing more and she wouldn’t take the liberty of crossing that line as she had an uncanny feeling that such a thing could only spell disaster.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
    SEBASTIAN’S APARTMENT WAS AS HUGE as it was magnificent. Located in the Upper West Side of Manhattan, the duplex Penthouse was the epitome of wealth and luxury. She tagged along behind Sebastian as he gave her a grand tour; dumbstruck by the impressive beauty enveloping them. Situated on the top floor; the floor to ceiling glass walls and double height ceilings provided a breathtaking view of the entire Manhattan area and substantial lighting. The kitchen was every chef’s dream and she fell in love with her bedroom immediately upon entering it.
    “The building has a housekeeping team”, he informed her as she appraised the room with its splendid décor of sky blue and white hues and radiant sunshine from the glass walls, “you can call them if you need any help unpacking”.
    She glanced at her small suitcase on the carpeted floor and snorted. He had told her to take nothing in the form of clothing but she had still taken a few personal items.
    “I’m certain I can unpack my things myself”, she said sarcastically.
    “Suit yourself”, he responded, offhandedly.
    She sighed deeply and turned to face him. It was late evening and the fading light cast eerie shadows across his handsome features and she suddenly realized the intimacy of the moment and she almost forgot what she was about to say.
    She forced her attention to the matter at hand. “Sebastian…”
    “Brad…” he corrected, “ all my friends call me Brad and my girlfriend should”.
    She rolled her eyes, starting again, “If this plan is going to be successful, you need to be honest with me”, she said tentatively and he quirked an eyebrow. She rushed on, “what’s going on between you and Leila?”
    His lips curled into a mischievous grin. “You mean Mrs. Leila Thornton”, he quipped, wry amusement sparkling in his brown eyes and she blinked in shock, “wife of the very wealthy hotelier, Philip Thornton”.
    They weren’t together!
    “Oh…” she stuttered, her face red with embarrassment, “I… I think…um… I’m ready to see that terrace now”, she breezed past him into the hallway.
    He caught up with her and they retraced their steps downstairs and out unto the most amazing patio she could have imagined.
    “This is beautiful”, she murmured reverently, as the light breeze tickled her face.
    “Yes it is."
    Similar to the rest of the apartment; it was vast and could have been more suitably referred to as a garden rather than a patio. She fluffed the soft cushions resting on the many sofas strewn across the patio; enveloped by the sheer etherealness of her environs. The mild scent from the vast array of flowers wafted below her nostrils and she closed her eyes for a moment; absorbing the moment so that she could relive it whenever she felt distressed.
    She opened her eyes and gazed at