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“You have my word. I won’t tell a soul about last night,” he finally says.
“Thank you.”
“Except for my roommate.”
“Lorenzo!”
“What? He saw what happened.”
Ugh. Why didn’t I just walk away last night?
Do you really wish you had, though?
“And just so you know, as I was walking back into the bar, your ex was leaving with that girl and a group of friends. He was still holding his hand to his cheek, so you should be proud.”
Against my self-control, I do smile at that. Fuck Trent.
“See? Being a badass is great. Revel in it, Kate.”
I shake my head. “It’s not who I am.”
“I’d beg to differ.”
I glance around again, thankful no one is paying us any attention. I’m not going to argue with Lorenzo about who I am or not. I know me, he doesn’t.
“Well, welcome to the team. Rowan is great. Guess I’ll see you Monday, then.”
“You mean Wednesday?”
Christmas is Monday, doofus.
I grit my teeth. “Right.”
“What, so you’re leaving? The party just started.” He takes a step closer, crowding my space.
“I don’t—”
“Stay.”
Chapter Three
December 23rd
Hetakesanotherstep,slipping his hand around my waist and pulling me into him. I’m frozen at the thrill it sends through me. I should be aghast. I should push him away. I should tell him to stop. But his hand sliding under my dress, gliding over my cheek, feels too damn good. The idea that anyone could—
That does the trick. I shove his shoulders, his fingertips brushing my ass and swinging to his side. He still has that smirk on his face, apparently unabashed by his actions.
“Are you crazy? We’re atRowan’s.House. Surrounded by coworkers!”
“I haven’t forgotten, princess. But that dress you’re wearing does make me a little crazy, I’ll admit.”
I glance down on reflex, as if I needed to remember what I’m wearing. I chose this outfit as meticulously as I choose all of my outfits. It’s a red, long-sleeved, a-line skater dress. The sleeves are made of lace and the end has a white trim. My sparkly, silver heels match the silver necklace that hangs perfectly between my breasts, and my hair is styled in its usual bun, this time with a curl on each side of my face.
Classy and elegant.
“Did I not make myself clear a moment ago? That’s not who I am. I’m not this badass, daring woman you seem to think I am.”
“See, that’s where I think you’re wrong. I may have only met you at the grocery store last night”—his smirk grows and the twinkle returns to his eyes—“but I know a badass when I meet one.”
