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“The real waste is that fine-ass woman dating that pretentious prick.” Caleb shakes his head.
“It is, isn’t it? I guess both Nathan and Lottie need a little push in the right direction.”
“Hey, if you work your magic with her, then I’ll annoy the shit out of him. Deal?” he says, extending his hand for me to shake.
“Deal.” I smile broadly.
“Ah, I knew you liked me. Just gave me one of your genuine smiles. I’m touched.”
“You’re such an idiot.” I laugh.
“And you are stalling,” he points out. “Get your sweet ass out of here and go find your man.”
Instead of correcting him, I go to my tiptoes and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you, Caleb. You’re a good friend.”
“I’m an even better lay. Pity you’ll never know it.” He winks.
I roll my eyes at him and throw another glance over to the guests, happy to leave them behind in search of sinful, dark eyes and passionate, longing kisses.
I grab my coat to protect myself against the November chill and hail a cab to drive me over to Trent’s penthouse. The whole ride, I ponder what I’ll say to him when I knock on his door and come up stumped. I rack my brain to find the right words to say and stop when it becomes blatantly apparent that I have no consoling ones to offer.
What can I say to Trent?
That last look in his eyes told me he wanted far more than I could ever give him.
He wants… me.
And he won’t be content until he has me—body, mind, and soul.
What am I doing?
“That will be twenty-two dollars, Miss,” the cabbie says, alerting me of our arrival.
“I’ve changed my mind.”
“Beg your pardon, Miss?”
“I said I changed my mind. I don’t want to be here. Drive me to Back Bay,” I order, quickly giving him my home address.
This was stupid.
This was so goddamn stupid.
I let Caleb get into my head and mess with my logic.
I let a guy who has slept with half of Boston talk me into what could potentially have been the biggest mistake of my life.
If I had showed up at Trent’s doorstep tonight, he would have read too much into it.
He’d probably think I was in love with him or something.
Aren’t you?
Argh!
This. This is why I fucking hate birthdays.
