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I could feel it when he fucked me against the shower wall and when we prepared breakfast together like it was a normal occurrence. I felt it when he sat me down on the counter just so he could kiss me. And I sure as hell felt it when he kissed me again before he stepped out.
Those aren’t things a man would do with his whore.
My long day is finally over when Philippe announces it’s a wrap. This is one of our last rehearsals before the opening next week.
I’ve never been this excited about a performance. About taking on a character as complex as Giselle.
Ryan releases me, turns around, and heads to the dressing room without a glance back. I love the type of relationship we have formed since the night at the club—professional. That’s how it was supposed to be from the beginning.
Hannah gets in my face as soon as he’s out of view. “What the fuck did you do to him, bitch?”
I allow myself a taunting smile. “Why don’t you ask him whathedid?”
“He won’t talk to me!”
“Doesn’t seem like my problem. He got what was coming to him.” I lean in to whisper, “You deserve each other.”
And with that, I leave her and head to Stephanie.
She smiles, interlacing her arm with mine. “Come with us to this great company opening Matt invited us to.”
“I don’t know, Steph.”
“Don’t leave me alone with Philippe and how he randomly switches to French when he’s drunk, as if the world is fluent in the language.”
“Then curses you when you speak in English?”
“Exactly, girl. Come on, it’ll be just the three of us.”
“Fine.” I don’t have anything to do, anyway, and I need to stop thinking about Adrian for one night.
Or try to.
After this morning, I want to see him again more than I ever have before.
“Yes! I love you forever.” Stephanie walks with me.
I grin back as a response.
She stops in front of my dressing room and pinches my cheek. “You’re glowing more lately.”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. Is your lover the reason why your Giselle is so haunting?”
“I-I don’t have a lover.”
“Of course you do. He’s the reason why you hurry home every night and refuse my and Philippe’s invitations.”
“That’s…how did you know?”
“It’s clear if anyone focuses hard enough. Lately, you seem to be firmly on the ground instead of floating somewhere no one sees you. You need to introduce me to Mr. Hot Stuff.”
“It’s not serious,” I murmur. Adrian is not my lover and never will be. What are we, anyway? We can’t be friends with benefits because we’re not friends.
Sex partners? Probably, but do sex partners go to the lengths Adrian does to make sure I’m fully comfortable?
“How about you invite him to our opening?”
