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“I like you, Philip, but…”
“Philip?” Pen’s voice carries through the apartment. “Is your boyfriend here?”
Philip’s eyes widen when he gets an eyeful of Penny in a thin, silk slip. The color is the slightest shade of off-white. It’s a striking contrast to her red hair.
He takes a step closer to her. “Hey, I know you.”
She crosses her arms over her chest to shield the outline of her hardened nipples. It’s not that warm in my apartment. I can’t imagine that her body is reacting to seeing Philip since the last time we talked, she was still head over heels in like with Daxton.
“We don’t know each other.” Her gaze volleys from Philip’s face to mine. “I can come back, Els. I’ll go change.”
“No,” I say loudly. “This will only take a minute.”
“You were at the restaurant when that guy keeled over.” Philip points a finger at Pen. “I remember you.”
“How?” she asks, tilting her head. “How the hell do you remember me when there was a man practically dying on the floor?”
Whether, it’s intentional or not, Philip’s gaze trails over her body.
“Oh my God,” Pen spits out. “Did you just check me out? Your girlfriend is standing right there, asshole.”
I stifle a laugh. “I’m not his girlfriend.”
Philip finally turns to look at me. “Yes, you are.”
“Yeah, no.” I shake my head. “We’re done, Philip. You can go.”
“You’re dumping me?” Surprise drips from his tone. “Why the hell would you dump me?”
The arrogance in that question is all the reason I need, but I go with an easy answer, “I’m not happy. This isn’t working for me anymore.”
The corners of his lips fall into a frown. “What about my pizza?”
Pen and I start laughing in unison.
She answers before I can get a word out, “Consider it your parting gift to Els. Leave now and don’t bother looking back because she is done with you forever.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Eloise
“I’m goingto need details on this.” Penny waves something black in her hand above her head. “I’m talking all the details.”
It takes me a moment to realize she’s holding the mask I wore to the private party at Club Skyn.
I curse inwardly because I dragged the damn thing out of a box last week as a token of remembrance of what was, and what will never be again.
I thought about tossing it in the trash, but instead I rested it carefully on a chair in the corner of my bedroom, and glanced at it each day. Every time I did that, another memory of that night swept over me.
Everything from Dr. Morgan’s whiskey-scented kiss, to the way his fingers felt as they seductively slid over my inner thigh before dipping under my lace panties ran through my mind.
“Oh, that,” I try and pass it off as nothing. “I wore that to a party eons ago.”
She holds it against her face, the red and green stones that adorn it dance in the overhead light.
Dusk has set over Manhattan now, and with it, the ambiance of this apartment has changed. I rarely close the curtains in the living room because a beam of light from a streetlight shines through the window like a beacon.
I love turning off all of my lights, and watching a show with only that light illuminating the room.
