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    “Hi.”
    The man signaled for the bartender, who bounded over. “I’ll have whiskey sour,”
    he said. He looked at Addison. “Would you like a drink?”
    “Oh, no, I’m good.”
    “You sure?” He grinned. “It’s open bar, so I’m buying.”
    “No, really, I’m fine.” She held up her half full champagne glass.
    “What are you doing?” a voice growled in her ear.
    She turned around.
    Nathan.
    A mix of conflicting emotions stormed through her body – anger, surprise, desire.
    “What are you doing here?” she blurted.
    “What are you doing here?” Nathan demanded. “You’re supposed to be at your apartment waiting for me.” He grabbed her elbow and began leading her across the room.
    “Let go of me!” she demanded.
    “Be quiet.” He brought her over to a small room in the corner. He opened the door and shut it behind him. It was a coat closet.
    “Let me out of here,” she demanded.
    There was a lock on the door and he pushed it in.
    “Who was that man you were talking to?” Nathan asked.
    “I don’t know.”
    “You don’t know?”
    “No.” She shrugged. “He was just a man at the bar.”
    “Addison.” His eyes blazed as he said her name. “You cannot be going around talking to random men at bars. I thought I made that clear last night.”
    “You’re not in charge of me.” It was an immature thing to say, but she didn’t care. This whole conversation was ludicrous, and immaturity seemed like it might be called for.
    “I’m in charge of you for as long as I say I am.” He crossed the room and pushed her up against the wall, his chest pushing against hers. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and fireworks sparked in her stomach. He reached up and traced her collarbone with his finger. “Why are you wearing this dress in public?”
    “You bought this dress for me!”
    “I bought this dress for you so that I could see you in it. So I could enjoy the way you look in it. Not so you can put yourself on display for other men.” His hand pushed one of the thin straps of her dress down, and when he said the part about her being on display for other men, his grip tightened and the material cut into her flesh.
    “Stop!” Addison pushed him away. “You have no right to tell me what to do, not after how you lied to me.”
    “I didn’t lie to you.”
    “You didn’t tell me you were engaged.”
    “You never asked.”
    “Oh, great answer.” She rolled her eyes.
    “Addison, my relationship with Belle is complicated.”
    “I’ll bet.”
    “Would you like me to explain?”
    “Not really.” But of course she did. She wanted an explanation, she’d been praying for an explanation.
    “There are certain things that a man in my position is expected to do. Having a stable relationship is one of them.”
    Addison gaped at him. “So it’s exactly what I thought. She’s like one of those political wives. You get to do whatever you want, and as long as you come home to her at the end of the day, she’s fine with it.”
    “Not exactly. Belle gets certain things, yes, and she allows me certain freedoms.
    But it’s a business arrangement, a friendship.”
    “You’ve never slept with her.”
    “Not in a long time.”
    “So you have slept with her.” Addison felt like she was going to cry. How could she believe anything he said? And more importantly, how could she allow herself to get in deeper with this man? She’d already allowed him to have sex with her, to do things to her that she’d never even imagined. Then she’d moved into an apartment that he’d paid for, with things he’d picked out. It was insane, the way she was acting.
    “Yes.” He was staring at her now, his blue eyes bright. His face was defiant, but at the same time, there was a softness there, almost like he was hoping she wasn’t going to turn her back on him.
    Addison started to sob. She wasn’t sure why, but suddenly, all of the emotions of the past twenty-four hours, all of the hurt and