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I’m ready to lose my virtue in a closet with a man I might never speak to again.
“Take it,” I gasp into his mouth. “Take me. Be the villain who tears me apart.”
That doesn’t happen.
Reality shatters through the closet when a knock on the door interrupts us.
“Hey,” a masculine voice calls through it. “Someone is lookingfor their keys.”
I’m smart enough to know that’s the code name for something.
Antonio pulls away, and I nearly lose my balance when he spins around and stalks toward the door.
He cracks it open and holds his hand through the slit. “Give me your burner.”
“Huh?” the man replies.
“Your burner. Give it.”
Something lands in Antonio’s hand, and he slams the door in the man’s face.
He holds up a flip phone. “I’m the only person who knows this number. I’ll call you tonight. My name is under Murphy.”
“What am I supposed to do with that?” I ask. “Carrying it around won’t look suspect or anything.”
I shudder when he lowers my gown bodice and sinks his hand under my strapless bra. His thumb grazes my nipple before he drops the phone into the space.
He straightens my bodice and retreats a step. “Talk soon, princess.”
And just as quickly as he whisked me away, he’s gone.
I allow myself a moment to catch my breath before leaving the closet and rush into the restroom to readjust myself.
Thank God I did because as soon as I walk in, a girl takes one look at me and says, “Damn, looks like someone was thoroughly fucked. Attagirl!”
I ignore her and hurry into a stall to deal with Antonio’s burner. Flipping it open, I see one contact—Murphy—and text it.
Me: IDC if it’s a burner. I don’t trust it. If you want to talk to me, find a way that won’t put my family in possible danger. You can find this in the women’s restroom trash.
I hit Send and stash the phone in the trash can before leaving.
As much as I want to take it, I can’t. Electronic devices always pose a risk and potentially contain trackers, explosives, or recording devices. My father doesn’t even allow his men to carry their phones into the mansion without his approval.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Benny asks as soon as I walk out.
Bystanders stare at us. One woman even gasps.Cue eye roll. Benny doesn’t care about the audience.
Blushing, I motion toward the restroom and am proud of my steady voice. “Exactly where I told you I was going.”
“You were in there for a long time.” He eyes me skeptically.
“I started my period and had to track down a tampon. Sue me.”
His voice softens some. “Do we need to stop on the way home for something?”
I shake my head. “I’m all stocked there. Let’s go.”
As we leave, I peer over my shoulder, searching for Antonio, but I don’t find him.
