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“Now, I’m wondering if it’s not an after-effect of our near-death experience. Maybe it was all the adrenaline rushing through his veins and bulging his manhood. Maybe it had nothing to do with wanting me.” I pull at my hair. “He says I’m hot-cold, hot-cold, but he’s not much better.”

“Maybeyou should stop tap dancing?—”

“I’ve done that. Many times. He always dismisses me. I don’t even know why I bother keeping hope alive.”

This is maddening.

Unrequited lust-slash-love sucks big time.

“Isn’t it a good thing if he dismissed you considering youwere a teenager when you first threw yourself at him? Only predators cross that line.”

Okay, I might’ve been blinded by desire and I might’ve missed that important point.

She waves a finger at the screen. “Now that you have an extensive luxury collection of them, pull on your big girlcrotchlesspanties and––”

I burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s hilarious.”

“I’m just using your story, girlfriend,” she says, grinning from ear to ear. “Like I was saying, tell him how you feel in no uncertain terms.” She pauses. “If he still proclaims you two aren’t meant to be, don’t you think it’s time for your heart to let go?”

Chapter 17

Rhys

Thank God it’s Friday.

For the next two and a half days, I’ll be able to think with my head… the one on my shoulders.

After dropping Keira off at Arianne’s place in Marina del Rey, I drove straight to Golden Finger—the award-winning whiskey bar at the Quintus Hotel.

I’m a free man.

When I enlisted Arianne’s help, I was hoping to catch a break from Keira’s ever-present sexiness. I didn’t expect it would turn into a weekend affair. Arianne wasn’t joking when she said she was mapping things out. On Thursday morning, she declared after a long conversation with her best friend, it would be best if the shopping expedition started on Friday night since there’s a lot to do.

I didn’t argue.

Neither did Keira.

In fact, she was jumping up and down with excitement.

Throughout the week, she alluded to being lonely, longing for me to come home earlier at night.

Distance was my only salvation.

I take another swig of my drink, and the tension of the week rolls off my shoulders.

And what a week it’s been.

Five days of unbearable hard-ons.

Five days of blue balls.

Five days of jerking off like an insatiable teenager.

In other words, five days of pure fucking hell.

Guilt nags at me for using work as a buffer between my eager cock and the object of my desire, but I’ll do whatever it takes to avoid succumbing to temptation. At least I know she’ll have fun this weekend.

“You’re lost in thought, buddy.” I lift my eyes to see a familiar face.