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down the stairs, and a rush of anger seared through me. I lifted her and held her against me, pushing my way out of the door and back to my Aston.  

    I laid Gabriella in the back seat and jumped in the driver’s side, starting up and pulling out of the driveway in one fluid motion.  

    I hoped to God we weren’t seen. It was my job to be invisible, and beating down a director for being a dick certainly didn’t fit into that description.

    We drove through the Hollywood streets, passing right by Art’s estate. As cold as he was, he wouldn’t be happy to see his daughter in a state like this. We could head to my place.  

    And I hoped like hell I could get her well by morning. Or Art would be one step closer to revealing everything about my past.

CHAPTER FOUR

    Red

    “I told him I was a virgin. I told him to take things slow,” she slurred, leaning against me as I carried her into the apartment. No matter what she had told him, he certainly wasn’t going to take things slow. It was good that I’d gotten to her when I did.

    Her eyes were bright and her pupils huge. She had alternately slept and babbled for the entire ride home. Of course, she had to be a virgin. Her strap fell again, revealing the curve of her perfect, smooth shoulder. I glanced at her body, trying to will my eyes to stay in appropriate areas. Her breasts were perfectly round and pert. Her skin was unblemished… pure and perfect. There wasn’t a trace of the surgeries that girls around here relied on. No, she was her mother’s daughter. She had inherited that curvaceous body, the body that had made movie producers go crazy. As voluptuous and alluring as any man could hope for.

    I hadn’t seen a body like hers in what felt like years. Maybe it had been years.  

    “I wanted you. I was looking for you. I just wanted to talk to you, not him,” she rambled, falling against me. She peeled the dress away from her body and pressed into me, moaning. “Maybe not just to talk to you.” She moved her hands over my body and down to my ass, squeezing it lightly as she wiggled out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor.  

    “Hold on there, tiger…” I said, my throat dry. She was absolutely out of her mind and high as a goddamn kite. I pulled away from her, still holding up her arms so that she didn’t fall and crack open her skull. I pressed down a wave of desire, more powerful and present than anything I’d felt since I left New York at eighteen.  

Gabriella

    “You’re what I want, Red,” I said to him. “I didn’t know it at first, but I think you’re what I want.” He smiled at me, those blue eyes almost glowing. He had taken me out on his balcony.

    He took me in his arms, pressing his lips gently against mine, running his long fingers over my neck and tracing the sharp line of my collarbone. I had plenty in the way of curves, but I always liked how my collarbones showed when I wore a low neck like this. Just like my mother. I looked just like her.

    “Gabi,” he said, bringing his lips to my cheek and back to my lips again. The world twisted and started to go in slow motion.  

    Am I dreaming? Hallucinating? Where the fuck am I?  

    Suddenly, everything snapped back into focus. I wasn’t on Red’s balcony. And he wasn’t holding me in his arms, not in the way I wanted anyway. A sick twisting feeling hit my gut, and I clutched at my stomach. Something sharp hit my face, and pain shot through my cheek and into my pulsing lip.

    “Come on, Gabi. Wake up,” said Red, his voice echoing in my head. There was a metallic taste in my mouth, and my tongue and teeth had never felt so dry. I clicked my teeth together, looking out over the Los Angeles skyline. The stars were pulsing, and the yellow moon hung low over Red’s penthouse.  

    “But Red, it’s such a nice night. Why don’t we stay out on the balcony?” My stomach heaved.  

    “I hat to break it to you, Gabi. But we’re not out on the balcony.” He laughed,