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cheeks warmed.
     I wished I could say it was the balmy weather, but it was the heat of shock and surprise
     that I’d uttered such a thing and the world didn’t end. Delilah looked like I’d just
     slapped her across the face. Melissa’s cheeks matched mine, a quiet, secret smile
     in her bright blue eyes. If my stalker ex-lover wasn’t standing right there, murdering
     me with her gaze, I’d sweep Melissa into my arms and kiss her until it hurt. I’d put
     her up on the island, spread her legs—
    Snap!
    Delilah stepped in my line of sight, her face dark with anger. “You said you wanted
     to talk. So let’s go.”
    I threw a glance in Melissa’s direction and she gave me a slight nod. Delilah stomped
     ahead. She took in the room with a nostalgia that almost made me sorry for what I
     had to do.
    “You know it looks exactly the same in here. Even after all this time.” She swayed
     her hips suggestively as she strutted to the fireplace. “You remember that one weekend
     when you cuffed me and—”
    “The only reason I didn’t get a restraining order was because I thought we had an
     understanding,” I sliced in. I was too sick of our tired song and dance to mince words.
     “You can’t just show up at my home, Delilah. If that wasn’t appropriate when we were
     seeing each other, what on Earth makes you think it’s acceptable now?”
    She just stood there, watching me with her glittery eyes. If I didn’t know her, I’d
     think I needed to repeat myself and drill the point home. But this quiet, after I
     asked a non-rhetorical question, was one of the many quirks that made up Delilah James.
    Sick of her dramatic pause, I narrowed my eyes, trying to impart on her how far away
     from amused I was. “Answer. The. Question.”
    She sniffed, shying away from my stern glare. “I really just wanted to talk. See... who you’ve been up to.”
    I arched an eyebrow, then it flatlined. “The waitress at the restaurant gave someone
     a tip, huh?”
    An uneasy smile fluttered over her lips. “You know how my fans are.”
    “Yes,” I answered darkly, remembering the tweets and vandalism at my corporate office.
     “I am familiar with the lengths your fans will go to for you.”
    “For me?” she scoffed, tossing her red mane. “You make it sound like I put them up
     to it.”
    My tolerance had a limit, and I was quickly approaching the place where I’d just roar
     until she went scrambling out the door. Out of my life. “I don’t have the time nor
     energy for getting into that. I just want to know why you’re here.” She opened her
     mouth, but I added an addendum. “Try the truth this time.”
    She sighed, eyes still downcast. “Mind if I sit?”
    “Yes,” I answered abruptly. “You won’t be staying.”
    She scowled, crossing her arms tight against her chest. Her breasts nearly sprung
     from their spandex confines. “You want to know why I’m here? Okay. I wanted to see
     who was so special that you not only brought them to our place, but to our restaurant
     too!”
    Maybe I would have been better off just yelling and getting her out as quickly as
     she snaked her way back in. I must have forgotten—there was no having a rational conversation
     with her when she got this way.
    I’d seen glimpses of the crazy when she asked why I didn’t use pet names with her.
     I tried to explain that calling her my sub was the greatest pet name I could give
     her. I’d gotten another taste of her intensity when she invited me to a premiere and
     I declined. She’d pulled out all the stops, big, fat crocodile tears and all. But
     the truly unnerving show of insanity was yet to come.
    I invited her to coffee to let her know that I had no interest in seeing her sexually
     anymore. She’d chucked her iced coffee at my head. Luckily, my reflexes kicked in
     and it landed on some unsuspecting co-ed instead. That’s when I decided to exit, but
     she stood in my way, screaming that she wasn’t going to let me