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Had he alwaysbeen telling the truth? About the campaign, and just a few seconds ago, when he proclaimed he wanted me?
My chest is burning as I remember his words. Swiftly, I stash them away for another time.
Maybe, just maybe,Brandon isn’t as horrible as I’ve been making him out to be.
Or maybe that’s just what he wants me to think,I remind myself, feeling the bitter memory I’d suppressed rise up again.
“I wanted to say something else,” he says suddenly, and I look up at him, fighting to keep that memory at bay.
He takes a deep breath, looking almost nervous. “I’m sorry,” he says.
“What for?” I ask.
“For whatever I did to make you hate me.”
I falter for a moment.
“I understand that you might not be willing to share that yet,” he says. “And I have combed through the archives of my brain to find out what happened. I’ve come out blank. But I realize it has to be harrowing and mostly idiotic, and I’ll never be able to apologize for it in the way you deserve unless I know what it is. I look forward to hearing about it someday. But right now, I just wanted you to know I’m genuinely sorry for the hurt I caused you.”
Shit,I think. He’s way too good.
“What makes you think I’m angry at you?” I say, keeping my face carefully impassive. “I’m a journalist who wants to tell the truth. That’s all.”
He gives me a half-grin that almost melts the mask off my face. “Call it a hunch,” he says quickly.
The waiter returns with our main dishes, but I don’t look at him this time. I keep my gaze locked on Bran, my mind whirling.
I am still figuring out if this is a game. Nothing about his words or actions screamliar.
And for the first time, I’m considering notwriting an article about him the next day.
CHAPTER7
BRAN
“Thank you for the date. It was really…”
“As horrible as you hoped it would be?” I say, staring at Gigi.
To my surprise, she lets out a chuckle. “Well, quite the opposite, actually,” she says. “I liked it.”
Pleasure flutters in my chest. We’re right in front of the door to her apartment, and I know I should take a step back, maybe kiss her on the cheek, and leave.
But I don’t want to.
When she meets my gaze, I can tell she doesn’t want to, either.
And so, I do the only logical thing in that situation. Stepping forward, I wrap my arms around her waist. Gigi lets out a loud, sensual sigh.
I groan, unable to hold back anymore. Pushing her up against her door, I lean into her. My hands go lower, cupping her ass and pulling her closer.
“Brandon,” she moans as jolts of electricity zap through me.
I reach behind her for the doorknob, wanting nothing more than to take her into her apartment and fuck her silly right there on the couch.
But Gigi stills my hand with her slender fingers.
“I want you now,” she mutters. “I need you now.”
