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“Every time I look at it, I’ll think she’s you.” The woman has dark hair but you can’t see any of her face so I suppose it could be.
He wraps an arm around me and kisses my temple, and I don’t know if it’s the second glass of champagne mixed with the whiskey from earlier or the fact that the more time I spend with Wes, I find myself getting drunk onhim,but I pucker my lips wanting him to kiss me. He smiles before he leans down and presses his lips to mine. When we pull apart our eyes stay locked on each other like kissing in public somehow changed something. I’m just about to say something when a voice cuts through the mounting sexual tension.
“Wes! I had no idea you’d be here!” He tenses against me and I can see the irritation on his face when he turns his gaze towards one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen in my life. She reminds me of my mother except with darker hair and glasses resting against her high cheekbones. She is incredibly chic and sophisticated and completely decked out inChanel.
She looks so classy and I look like I’m going to a club. Awesome.
She moves towards him. “Aren’t you going to hug me?” She pushes herself between us, unlike Lily who may have tried to flirt but it had been more subtle. She presses a kiss to his cheek and I hate the mark she leaves behind from her lipstick. Like she’s marking her territory.
Over my dead body.
I want to rub my finger over the skin while giving her a look that says toback offbut I have no idea who this is, if she saw us kissing, or what to even do now.
“Hello, Claire,” he says curtly without even a polite smile on his lips.
“Why didn’t you call me? You usually let me know when you’re coming to town so we can have dinner. Is Chris with you? I can call Isabella; you know they always hit it off.” She giggles, still not having acknowledged my presence.And she knows Chris and I’m guessing they double date or something while they’re in town?
Or maybe they have an orgy.
The intrusive thought floats through my brain and I down the rest of my glass.
“Claire, this is Raegan Graham. Baby, this is Claire Hunter.” The “baby” stuns me momentarily but a warm feeling shoots through me that he’s sending her a signal that they would absolutely not be going to dinner or whatever it is they do whenhe’s in town.
“Lovely to meet you,” I say with a smile I’m desperately hoping looks genuine.
She takes my hand, putting her other hand on top of ours, and gives it a squeeze. “Oh, isn’t she cute! A little young for you Wes, but good for you!” She drops my hand before rubbing one up and down Wes’ arm. “Certainly, more polished than your last plaything.”
Anger flares through me becausewhat a witch!I do my best not to react to her comment but Wes tenses next to me. “Raegan is absolutely not a plaything, and I can also assure you, I’m never looking for your approval or your opinion on anything I do, Claire.” He pulls me away from her and out of the art gallery before she can reply. He doesn’t say anything as we start walking towards the valet and after he nods towards the attendant, he looks down at me. “I’m sorry.”
“For what? You didn’t do anything.”
He tucks a hair behind my ear and drags his hand down my shoulder. He lets his hand drop and I already want his hands back on me. “I didn’t even think to check if she’d be here but I never thought she’d approach me like that.”
“Have you slept with her?”Do you really want to know?
“Yes.”
“More than once?”So, we clearly want our feelings hurt?
“Yes.”
“Was she your girlfriend?”
“No, not at all.”
The relief that washes over me is short-lived as memories of what Liam said come rushing back to me. While I know neither he nor Claire are reliable sources, I do want to bring it up before the curiosity of his past gets the better of me. I take a deep breath, hoping that this isn’t going to cause an argument. “You’d said before that you never dated or…messed around with anyone that worked forBeckham Securitiesuntil me.”
“That’s correct.”
“I heard…well…I suppose there’s a rumor that that is not…exactly true?” I blink at him.
He narrows his eyes at me just as our car is brought around. “Where’s this coming from?”
“Well, Claire’s comment about your so-called playthings.”
“I do not have playthings, Raegan. That was her being petty and jealous and I know you know that.”
“You know what I’m saying.”
