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ready to meet Lachlan. Addison wants me to be late so he’ll sweat it out, but if I’m tardy, it won’t be because I wasn’t ready on time.
    I jump in the shower and shave my legs and pits twice, just in case, but in case of what, I don’t know. I apply my makeup as I stand with one towel wrapped around my hair and one around my body. I decide to go with smoky eyes—the sultriness will go well with the sensual dress and tall heels Addison has chosen for me.
    It’s twenty minutes until eight and I stand in front of the mirror studying the final product. Hmm, not bad if I do say so myself. The smoky eyes and scarlet lips are definitely going to get his attention but my upswept hair makes my bare back call out to be touched, and quite possibly, kissed. I have never felt so alluring in all of my life—or so much like a ho—because I know why I’m going.
    Addison surveys me and instructs me to do a spin. “Laurelyn, you’re smokin’ hot.”
    She is my best friend so it’s her job to say stuff like that. “It’s the dress.”
    “Hell no, it’s not. It’s all you, and he’ll know it when he peels that dress off you.”
    Someone’s awfully anxious for me to get it on with this guy. “He’s not peeling jack off me tonight. I’m just going to talk.”
    She takes my hands and looks like she’s going to give me some serious advice. I prepare because this isn’t something I would expect from her. “Listen to me, Laurelyn. The best way to get over somebody is to get under someone else.”
    Well, her record stands unblemished. She’s yet to blow my mind with deep, philosophical advice. I’m laughing when I hear my cab blow for me. “Cab’s here.”
    She hugs me before I leave. “Have a great time. Text if you see you’ll be late so I won’t worry.”
    “Yes, Mom.”
    It’s uncomfortable, but I look to where Ben is sitting on the couch. He doesn’t make a move to even glance in my direction, so I leave without speaking to him. It’s probably better that way.
    It’s a short drive to the hotel and I’m almost hyperventilating by the time I walk up to the hostess. “I’m meeting someone.”
    “The name?”
    I smile as I say it. “Lachlan.” It’s ridiculous that I feel like I’ve won some sort of battle by knowing his name. Laurelyn, one. Lachlan, zero.
    She doesn’t look happy about my arrival. “Oh, yes. He left word he might have a guest joining him. Right this way.” She leads me to a table for two in the same dimly lit corner we occupied last night. As I walk toward him, he looks up from the menu. His gaze follows my body from my feet up to my eyes. He smiles.
    I can’t wait to see his reaction to the back of this dress.
    He stands and walks around to slide my chair out for me, just as he did the prior evening. “I didn’t know if you’d …” He trails off and I know he’s giving his full attention to the back—or lack thereof—of my dress. He clears his voice. “I didn’t know if you’d come or not.”
    Yeah, I think he likes the dress just fine. “I didn’t intend on coming, but here I am all the same.”
    “I’m very glad you did. You look lovely.”
    “Thank you, Lachlan.” His light blue eyes lock with mine and I give him a smug smile, letting him know I’m happy I won.
    The smile he gives me in return is complacent. “Did you like the Sauvignon Blanc last night?”
    “I did.”
    “Would you like to have that again or try something else?”
    I shrug. “That’s fine.”
    He orders our wine and then sits back in his chair, seemingly pleased with himself. “I assume you’re here to discuss my proposal.”
    I sit up straighter when I take notice of myself slouching. I can’t show any sign of weakness if I’m going to keep the upper hand. “It would seem so.”
    “Ask me anything.” He’s so beautiful and confident. Dammit, it’s unnerving.
    I lace my fingers together and prop my elbows on the table. Yes, I know that’s considered rude at dinner, but I like