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frowned. “No offense, Blake.”
    “Really? You expect me not to be offended?” Blake snorted. “If you two are going to keep on interrogating Violet and me, I think we’ll leave.” Blake stood up, pulling me with him.
    “Oh, don’t be like that. We’re just excited. Violet is a supermodel. God, Blake, she is the supermodel.”
    “She’s aware of that, Sarah, but that doesn’t define her.” I was taken aback at Blake’s outburst. It had been a long time since anyone had stood up for me like that, and I felt my heart soar.
    “Violet, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sarah pouted.
    “You haven’t,” I soothed. “But I am pretty tired, and I have an early start in the morning. Dinner was wonderful, though. Thank you.”
    “Think of us anytime you’re in the neighborhood,” Sarah said as Blake practically dragged me out of the house.   
    “It was lovely having you for dinner, Violet,” Drew called after us. I couldn’t hold back my snigger at watching Blake roll his eyes.
    “I’m sorry about all that,” he sighed, watching me put my helmet on.
    “Blake, it’s fine. It was fun. ”  
    “Fun?”
    “Yeah, I haven’t been to a family meal in years.”
    “Is that because of all the traveling?”
    “No, it has more to do with my selfish mother and her boy toy.”
    “Boy toy?” Blake’s eyes widened.
    “It’s a long story,” I mumbled, getting onto the back of his bike. “You’ll stay with me tonight, won’t you?” I whispered against his ear, holding myself close to him.
    “Nothing could keep me away,” he smirked, turning to look at me before starting his bike.

    “Violet, focus. We need one more shot and then we’re done for the day,” Allie called, snapping me from my thoughts. Time was going so fast. I only had a matter of days left with Blake, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk away without feeling a deep loss in the pit of my stomach.
    “Okay,” I breathed as one of my runners handed me a bottle of water.
    “The sooner we get out of this town, the better. Your head has been in the clouds ever since you arrived.”
    “Pure Desire hasn’t complained about my quality of work!” I snapped.
    “That’s because they don’t know you like I do. It’s Paris Fashion week next. You can’t afford to let yourself slip up now. You’ve worked too hard.”
    “I’m not. I’ve been working nonstop since I arrived. What more do you want?”
    “I want to know what’s really going on with you and the mechanic.”      
    “He’s just keeping me company while I’m here.”
    “ Every night? ” Damn, she did have eyes and ears everywhere. “You’ve been late twice this week.” Was it my fault Blake was so hard to leave in the morning? He always had ways of making me stay in bed just a little bit longer.
    “And I apologized.”
    “That isn’t good enough. Pure Desire paid a fortune for you, Violet.” I wanted to say that I didn’t give a shit, but too many people were milling around within earshot.
    “I think you’re being a little harsh,” I glared.
    “Just focus, please. You only have a few days left and then we can say good riddance to this place.” Did she have to keep reminding me.

    “How was work?” Blake asked, already lying on my bed at the hotel. He had his own keycard to my suite; it was just easier that way.
    “Allie was on my case again,” I pouted, stretching out on the bed next to him once I’d taken my shoes off.  
    “It wasn’t about me again, was it?”
    “A little. I’m not prepared to talk to her about my personal life, though. It’s none of her business.”
    “She’s your agent, Violet. She’s only looking out for you.”  
    “I know what I’m doing.”
    “And what are you doing?” he smirked, pulling me down on top of him.
    “Mmm,” I giggled, sitting up and rocking against him. “Right now, I’m straddling a very sexy man.”  
    “Fuck, Violet,” Blake groaned, gripping my hips tightly. “I want you all the