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“Thank you for the very tempting offer,” I say, reaching for my glass. “But I’m going to have to decline.”
“Excuse me?” she replies in disbelief. “Just in case we’re not clear, that was an offer to fuck your brains out. Free of charge.”
Free of charge. Is she a hooker? No way would Chad bring a prostitute to this thing.
Remaining calm, I nod. “Oh, we’re clear. But I don’t think your husband would appreciate me banging boots with his wife.”
Scoffing, she leans in closer, purring into my ear. “He’s not my husband…yet. And besides, the old fart will be asleep by eleven.I need a real man to satisfy my needs, not a Viagra-popping grandpa.”
Well, Rebecca is not one to sugarcoat, well…anything. She’s obviously with Chad for the money, as he’s ridiculously loaded. He’s also a well-educated, highly intelligent man, but it goes to show that even the smartest of men get lost in the garden of the forbidden coochie.
I don’t feel so bad now.
“How ’bout I just blow you then?” she suggests like we’re talking sports.
“Again, thank you,” I say, stepping away. “But no.”
“Are you gay?” she retorts, hand on hip, unbelieving a heterosexual man could turn her down.
With a smug smile, I shake my head. “I’m very much straight, peaches. I just don’t want to fuck you. I’ve been around your kind for far too long, and as of now, I’m detoxing.”
“That can’t be true. I’ve been told you were a sure thing,” she says, looking annoyed.
Her comment has me stepping in closer, not wanting anyone to overhear what she just said.
“Excuse me? Who told you that?” I ask, horrified.
Rebecca looks around the room, obviously trying to spot the culprit. “Her,” she finally says, pointing over my shoulder.
I can’t stop myself, and I quickly turn, not caring that I appear desperate. The moment I see her, I curse myself for not guessing who it was sooner.
“She said that you like to fuck and like to fuck hard,” Rebecca states into my ear while I cringe, listening to the words that have come back to bite me in the ass.
“If you’ll excuse me,” I say, my eyes locked with Juliet’s as she gives me a smug wave from across the room while sipping her champagne.
“I’m first in line,” Rebecca says, latching onto my arm as I make my escape.
I discreetly pull out of her clutches, not wanting to make a scene. “Thereisno line,” I bark, my patience wearing thin. “I don’t know what Juliet told you, but I assure you, they’re all lies.”
“Juliet? She told me her name was Sarah,” Rebecca reveals, looking at Juliet and narrowing her eyes. Juliet no doubt gave an alias, as she was hoping to remain undetected as the culprit who has just turned my night to shit.
“See, there you go. If she lied to you about her name, what else did she lie to you about?” I say. Not sticking around to hear her response, I politely push my way through the crowd and storm over to Juliet in record speed.
“Dr. Mathews,” she purrs, her lips tipping up into a devious smile.
“Can I have a word?” I snarl under my breath, gripping her bicep.
Thankfully she doesn’t object and comes with me as I practically drag her outside and onto the balcony. A few people are smoking out here, but most are too wasted or caught up in conversation to notice me snarling at her, ready to toss her over the railing.
“Whatare you doing here?” I say, the hostility clear in my tone as I release her arm roughly.
“I’m here because you invited me to attend,” she replies, smoothing out her gold-colored gown.
“Well, the invitation has been revoked. Now leave,” I say from between clenched teeth.
“Babe, what’s the matter?” she has the nerve to ask, wrapping a hand around my nape and attempting to draw me close.
I stand my ground and pull away from her because she has clearly lost her mind. “Juliet, I have no idea what game you’replaying, but you need to leave immediately. These are my work colleagues. You can’t be here, and you most certainly can’t be spreading vile rumors.”
