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wondering if you could accompany me to an AIDS benefit tonight. Poor me don’t have an escort you see,” she continued.
    He turned to face her, swallowing the scotch in one go. “I don’t do your level of publicity, Helene.”
    Her lips rounded into an exaggerated “O”. Damn, his dick didn’t even twitch at that.
    “Don’t tell me that you’re still not over her? I refuse to believe that!” she exclaimed.
    He did a mental double take at that.
    “Her?” he bit out.
    “Oh come on, darling. Your ex. The little Brazilian supermodel. Jordana Almueda. She’s coming tonight at the charity said my agent. Why, with her new hunky boyfriend, of course. He’s Italian too. What was his name again…? Ah, yes. That hunky footballer. Chris Falcone. According to the organizers, both gave a substantial amount for the AIDS research—” Helene sweetly imparted.
    A flash of hot, raging jealousy thumped him in the chest.
    He was able to hide it from the woman eyeing him speculatively. Being poker-faced in his business dealings served him well.
    “Should I be interested?” he asked in a neutral, almost bored tone.
    “So she’s really out? So there’s no reason for you not to escort me tonight? Hmmm?” she prodded. He found himself saying yes. She was obviously elated. She almost danced as she dressed up and skipped her way from his suite.
    And so here he was, completely regretting his hasty decision.
    He let his ego get the best of him. Crap. Who was he kidding? He wanted to see her again. To prove that the jealousy he felt in the hotel suite was just a knee-jerk reaction.
    He got this obsession with her all under control…
    And then he saw her.
    She was slowly making her way on the red carpet, wearing a gold gown that could’ve been poured over her amazing body. It made the IQs of the males present fall into single digits. His included.
    And then he noticed Chris’ presence at her side. The sonofabitch looked so smug, holding her close to him by the waist. He wanted to march over, get the footballer’s hand off her and drag her away from this place.
    His ears registered Helene laughing at his side.
    “Darling, I’m so glad you’re wearing a tux. The color green just doesn’t suit you—” she said as she led him inside.
     
     
    Jordana fought not to squirm . This was her first big public appearance months after her return from Rome.
    Chris had asked her two weeks ago to accompany him and she declined numerous times but he persuaded and cajoled her into agreeing. He said the charity was the perfect event to show the world she was living her life fabulously after the Vitale fiasco. That was really sweet of him.
    When Chris began seeing her in New York, she did try to avoid him. She was still smarting over Lonzo. She told him upfront that she wasn’t ready to date anyone yet. He still persisted. He said he wanted to get to know her as a friend. He wouldn’t pressure her into anything. He disclosed that he was on the same boat as she was and that he found it refreshing that she didn’t make a play for him.
    “Don’t tell me you shun female attention, Falcone.”
    “Hey, I didn’t say that. What I’m saying is, locker sex gets old. In time you’d wish these girls wouldn’t want to fuck you all the time.”
    “Oh, pwoor wittle you. You’re growing conceited, Falcone.”
    He shrugged. “A bit. I’m a guy.”
    She laughed at that and from thereon, an easy friendship developed between them. He opened up one time that she reminded him of someone.
    “Who?” she asked.
    He smiled sadly. “She…passed away.”
    “I’m sorry to hear that.”
    “Yeah. I am, too.”
    She felt comfortable around him. It wasn’t brotherly like what she felt for Leandro. She was attracted with Chris Falcone but it wasn’t the all-consuming kind she felt for the bastard she fell for. Their friendly dates did spark the gossip mills but at least the indecent proposals were now a thing of the past.
    The frenzied cries and