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through his hair, releasing a deep sigh. When he turns his eyes back on me, his face is screwed tightly in a cold stare.
    “I should go to my room,” I whisper while looking down at my feet, trying to dispel the heavy feeling in the air. “It’s getting late.” 
    “I will walk you up,” he says with a sigh. 
    “You don’t have to do that, I’m sure I can find it just fine.”  The words slide out like silky venom, and I immediately regret my tone. Looking up at him, my eyes full of remorse, he just smiles with half his mouth and winks.
    “I’m sure you can, too.” He gently places his palm against the small of my back and my heart breaks into a dead sprint from the electricity in his touch. The contact is subtle, but his pulse radiates through my lower body. Such a small gesture, but a gesture just the same, the gesture of a man, a gentleman. He leads me around to the front of the hotel and through the lobby. Just as we come to a stop in front of the elevators an unholy shriek cuts through the air. I swing around to see Melissa, skipping towards us, arms flung sloppily open, her designer bandage dress struggling to contain her. 
    “Rhys! There you are, come have a drink with us.” She is face to face with him, due to her sky high heels and throws her arms around his neck. Rhys backs away and grasps both her arms by the wrist, releasing her grip, returning her hands to her side. She scoffs at him and ignores his intentions, winding her hands around his waist instead, begging again for his company in the hotel bar. He prudishly rests his hand upon her exposed shoulder and looks down his nose at her with barely hidden contempt. 
    “Not tonight, Melissa. I am going to walk Sophie up and turn in.” He smiles briefly at her fallen face, and then removes her hands from around his waist. She looks towards me with sharpened daggers in her eyes and lets out an undisguised huff. Turning to Rhys with a look of utter disdain she grins before leaning in and whispering, all too loudly in his ear. 
    “I see what you are doing Rhys, preying on the newbie. Just be gentle, I don’t think she can handle you.” She looks at me and winks. “You know where to find me if you need something a bit stronger .” She turns on her heel and sashays away, swinging her hips like Matahari.
    Confused by the whole interlude, I turn to Rhys as he rakes his hair with his long fingers and shakes his head with a sigh. He turns his eyes on me, they are dark and full of something I cannot define. We step into an empty elevator and the doors close, trapping the stifling tension.               
    “Ex?” I ask with a grin, anything to cut the tension. Being around this man when he is silent is unnerving, dangerous.
    “Not exactly,” he replies under his breath, keeping his eyes focused forward. 
    “Do women usually throw themselves at you like that?” I ask with a giggle, intending a joke to lighten his mood. He turns his dark eyes on me, the corner of his mouth twitches and his eyes narrow. He exhales, blowing away the tension. His features soften, his eyes slightly warmer, and a crooked grin arises on his chiseled face.
    “I am a very… popular man.” His pause is pregnant with innuendo and ego. He arches an eyebrow at me and traps his lower lip with his teeth, stifling a rude comment no doubt. I can’t help but laugh at his response, looking at him with disbelief, his arrogance a new extreme for me. I shake my head, crossing my arms in disgust.
    “You are amazing.”
    “I have been told.” A wide, lascivious grin breaks across his lips, his eyes alight with playfulness. How quickly his demeanor changed. Before I can retort, the doors open and an older couple joins us in the confines of the glass elevator. I move to the opposite corner of Rhys and keep my eyes straight ahead. I won’t let him see me rattled, his arrogance burrowed under my skin, threatening to turn me inside out. From the corner of my eye I see