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“So, he could stay longer, is what you’re saying.”
“He does,” Hedra said. “I woke up this morning at five, and he was still in my bed. I fell back asleep, and he was gone when I woke again at seven.”
“Are you going to tell Boone he’s doing this?” Shay asked.
“No. He’s only done it twice, and Boone would be mortified if he knew what was happening. Although, he may figure it out this time because his tiger marked the hell out of me last night. I have a distinct Eau de Boone aroma.”
Shay sniffed at her. “You just smell like vanilla to me.”
“Not to shifters, I don’t,” Hedra laughed.
“Are you interested in dating Boone?” Shay asked bluntly.
“I’m not interested in being the girl who fucks her employer,” Hedra said.
“True, but he won’t be your employer forever,” Shay said. Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at it. “I gotta go. I’m meeting Oren at a club on the west side, and I need to get home and change into my club clothes.”
“Thank you for doing my hair and makeup, Shay,” Hedra said.
“You’re welcome.” Shay hopped off the bed and scooped up Alfie, rubbing her nose fearlessly against his. “See you later, handsome boy.”
* * *
“Your staring is making me incredibly self-conscious, Boone,” Hedra said as they walked toward the large Mediterranean home. “Am I overdressed or underdressed?”
“What do you mean?” Boone slowed to a stop.
“You keep staring at my dress. Obviously, I am not dressed appropriately for the party,” Hedra said. “So, am I over or under?”
“I’m not staring at the dress, Hedra. I’m staring at you,” Boone said.
“Shit, do I have something on my face?” She brushed at her cheeks, and Boone took her hand.
“I’m staring at you because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he rasped. His gaze dipped to her cleavage, and heat bloomed in her belly when he studied her breasts.
“Boone,” she said.
“You’re gorgeous, Hedra, and I can’t take my damn eyes off of you,” he said.
“Thank you,” she said, a flush of pleasure heating her cheeks. “You look very handsome in your tux.”
“I can’t believe I’ve worn a tux twice in one week. If Derek could see me now, he’d… sorry.” He gave her a weirdly embarrassed look.
“For what?” she asked.
“I shouldn’t talk about Derek.”
“Why not?”
In a deceptively casual tone, he shrugged and said, “Past girlfriends felt like I went overboard with how much I talked about him.”
She frowned and stepped closer, cupping his face and staring directly at him. “He was your best friend. You can always talk about Derek to me, Boone. Always. Okay?”
“Okay,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Thank you.”
A tall and elegant looking white woman with silver hair, a bright red dress, and dripping in diamonds walked past them toward the entrance to the house. A man of about forty accompanied her, and he glanced disinterestedly at her and Boone as they walked by.
Boone suddenly cleared his throat. “Not that I think you’re my girlfriend, Hedra.”
