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I shook her hand. "I'm Dominic Waldorf."
She gasped. "Oh, that's why you look familiar. From Waldorf Fashion, right?"
"Yes."
"You've gotten some press lately. I can see why you thought I might have tried to latch on to you."
I laughed without humor.
She looked at the door and then back. "That's why you’re hiding in here? You don’t like women throwing themselves at you?"
I stared at her.
"You're not in the mood to joke. Got it. I'm sorry. When I'm out of sorts, I tend to quickly change between sad and extremely happy and making a fool of myself and being inappropriate. I think you’re getting to see all sides of me tonight." She sighed and stared up at the ceiling. "God, why didn’t I show up here with a hot date? That would take Malcolm off my back for sure."
Is this woman for real?
"Reese, I think you need this room more than I do."
She laughed. "Oh God, yes, I do. I think I might never come out of it."
I frowned. "I can get you a cab, or I can have my driver drop you off wherever you want. He's nearby."
"Hmmm... no matter how out of sorts I am, I definitely wouldn’t get in a stranger's car."
"Hardly a stranger," I said, my tone harsher than I intended. "The whole country knows me and my story. Anyway, I’m going back out there."
Her eyes clouded for a moment. "I'll be out in a few minutes too.”
I nodded, heading to the door and opening it, then looked at her over my shoulder. "You have even worse luck than I do. I couldn't even imagine running into my ex here. Reese, give them hell."
She laughed just as I closed the door.
I went into the ballroom quickly. Heading to the table, I took two glasses of champagne from a tray, putting one at Reese's spot.
As more guests arrived, a guy stopped dead in his tracks at the table. He didn’t even attempt to sit down, so I figured he wasn’t assigned here.
"You’re Dominic Waldorf, aren't you?" the guy asked. "Man, I've been meaning to meet you for years. I can't believe I'm finally lucky enough to run into you."
"That's me," I confirmed.
"Look, I want to pitch you something."
I flashed my PR smile. I was told it was more of a grimace, but it would have to do.
"I don't conduct business at charity events," I said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to catch up with someone." I got up from my chair, looking to the left and then to the right. Where to escape to? Ah yes, the bar.
As I waited for my drink, I looked at the hostess, Monika De Monet, searching for a sign that they were beginning the event soon.
She caught my eye and walked right over to me. "Mr. Waldorf, what a pleasure to have you here."
"Always happy to contribute to noble causes." I might not like the process, but I liked knowing the money would be used for a good purpose. "When are you starting the show and taking donations?"
"Oh, not for another two hours. I want to spoil you all a bit first," she said with a wink. Fuck me. "Experience has taught me that people are more generous when they’re fed and happy."
She was right. I just didn't like the prospect of spending hours here.
Over her shoulder, I noticed Reese. That woman was truly a work of art. Her curves were stunning. She went straight to our table. She didn’t even get to sit down before a couple walked up to her.
