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sate my desires or a fleeting romance to sate the cameras.
    I traced the line of his profile, a dark shadow of stubble brushing his strong angular jaw. When his head tilted in my direction and he flashed me a mischievous smile, my heart drummed to a fevered pace. His eyes flickered with heated awareness. He felt the same buzz; the same electric need. The overwhelming desire to bridge the short distance between our bodies and find out if the kiss would be as earth shatteringly amazing as I suspected. He took the first step, leaning in, tongue sweeping his bottom lip...and I lurched from the stool.
    “Where are my manners?” I stuttered. I put the island between us, using hospitality as my cover. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
    Liam chuckled but played along. “Water would be great.”
    I felt his eyes on me, and liquid desire pooled in my panties. It taunted me. He wanted me. I wanted him. It would be so easy to melt into his arms. It would probably cure me of the romantic notions that had me nearly dropping the glass before I could hand it to him. He grasped it in his hands, his fingertips grazing my skin, his lips lush and inviting.
    “Fuck it,” I whispered. I pulled him by his shirt, his lips crashing into mine. His smell, a warm intoxicating musk, flooded my nostrils as I tasted him. He tasted of mint and promise and sex. I dropped my hand to his crotch, his cock pressed against his denim fly, and he pulled away.
    My lips were still pursed, but my face scrunched in confusion. He had no such confusion as he straightened himself and rose to his feet.
    I couldn’t have been wrong. He’d kissed me back, tongue thrusting into my mouth to duel with mine. And I’d gripped hard, delicious proof that he wanted me.
    I wiped my mouth, cheeks ablaze. “I thought...don’t you want me?”
    He gave me an incredulous look. “Of course I do, Mia. You have no idea how badly I want to bend you over the counter and just—” he stopped, lust racing across his handsome face, finishing the thought.
    I hooked my finger through his belt loop and brought him back where he belonged. Firm muscle pressed against me. “Well, if you want it, and I want it—”
    “Then what’s wrong with getting to know each other?” He cradled my cheek, gazing into my eyes with a look that made my heart beat wildly. It was a look that spelled trouble. My life was complicated enough without adding falling in love to the equation.
    I separated myself from him, ignoring the twinge of sadness in my chest at the loss of contact. “Getting to know each other?”
    He nodded. “I know the Mia the world knows. The actress. The singer. But I want to know the Mia underneath it all. The Mia that deserves to be loved.”
    My heart wanted the same. To have something good, something that lasted.
    Something that would be ripped away, because nothing good lasted.
    I blacked out the light his words inspired and left nothing but dismissal in my eyes. “You should go.”
    His mouth twitched into a scowl. “Are you for real?”
    I put on the performance of my life. “Look at my face. You tell me.”
    His eyes raked over me and hardened to emerald jewels. He said nothing more, leaving me as quickly as he swept me off my feet.
    My apartment was quiet. Too quiet. Even after I turned on the TV and turned Pandora on full blast, I couldn’t drown out the part of me that wanted to go after him.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    I woke with a start, the world clicking back in place as my eyes readjusted. I expected the soft comfort of my blanket, one of the few pricey furnishings I owned that I actually felt was worth every cent. But the only thing I was wrapped in was a denim jacket and nothing else. No shirt, no pants, no underwear.
    No memory of anything except the hollowness after Liam left.
    I shot to my feet, panic pumping through my veins like lava. The room had a muted amber glow. Rays of the sun, shunned by blankets. I didn’t want to look away from the stained material