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panties. I sit up quickly and tug down the hem of my dress, heat firing up through my throat and ears.
     
    “Is there a problem?” He raises his eyebrow with the hairline scar on it and his blue eyes twinkle. I feel like a fool. What kind of 26-year-old panics at the idea of having sex with a handsome billionaire?
     
    “No, not a problem. I just can’t keep going. I’m sorry, it’s all just kind of overwhelming, you know? I mean there was all the drama, like fifteen minutes ago with your ex and really, she’s right. I know this isn’t a big deal for you, but it is for me. That’s why I’ve waited so long and I just can’t, and I should probably go home.” I finally take a breath after spewing out my explanation like one long word.
     
    “Waited so long? Are you telling me you’re in grad school, and you’ve never been fucked?” He looks amused. Too amused at my expense. Like the very idea is so ridiculous to him that he can barely stop himself from laughing at me. My skin burns with shame as my eyes brim with tears. The last thing I need tonight is to be the butt of another rich person’s joke. I stand up abruptly and head for the door. I won’t sit here and be laughed at for having integrity, I don’t care how big of a deal this guy thinks he is.
     
    “I need to leave. Please call me a cab.” I won’t look at him. I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he’s affected me. I never should’ve let my guard down with someone like him.
     
    “A cab! Do you know how far we are from the city? It’s a two-hour drive. You aren’t a prisoner here, Kendra. If you want to leave, I’ll get the pilot…”
     
    “No!” The idea of getting back in that helicopter is terrifying. “I’m not impressed by your stupid helicopter, and I don’t want to fly. I just want to go home, now!” I whirl around and feel even angrier by the stupid grin on his face. He’s loving this. Maybe that’s part of his game.
     
    “No need for a tantrum, I’ll have my driver meet you at the front. He’ll take you home safely, I can assure you.” His face goes from amusement to completely disregarding me. It’s like he’s shut off any part of him that showed me any interest or respect just moments ago. I wait, stupidly, for him to walk me out or acknowledge that I’m leaving, but he just sits behind his desk and starts shuffling through paperwork. I guess I’ve been dismissed.
     
    Leaving the house is more complicated than I had hoped. Luckily, I have a decent sense of direction, so I manage to get to the front door without steering too far off course. The entire way out I just keep my jaw shut tight and blink back my tears. I will not cry here. I won’t do it. As I reach the front step, I can see the limo among the others in the driveway, but his has a driver waiting for me holding the door to the back seat open for me subserviently. I’m almost there. Just hold it together for a few more seconds.
     
    “Bored with you already, is he? That must be a new record, even for him.” I whirl around to see Marjorie with a cigarette dangling from her crimson lips.
     
    “Fuck off you cow.” I turn back on my heel and climb into the waiting car. No sooner than the door shuts, the tears start flowing, thank god for tinted windows. As the car pulls out I feel a mixed bag of emotions, shame, anger, disgust and the most upsetting of all, yearning. I hate myself for wanting him almost as much as I hate myself for walking away. Now I have a two-hour drive back to the city to think about it.
     

     

Chapter 4: The Apology
     
    Just get through this shift. It’s not like you knew the guy, and it’s not like he matters. Move on . I walk into the diner with my head down. After my late night and enough tears to fill a bathtub, I know my eyes are puffy. You never should’ve gotten swept up, this is real life, not some fairy tale. I wrap my uniform’s apron around me like a hug, comforted by its familiarity. I’m