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his eyes warm but tentative. “No one has ever called me ‘an ass’, not to my face anyhow. Certainly not a woman I have just met.” Taking the last bite of bagel he shrugs to himself in thought, bemused. His arrogant, crooked smile returns to full wattage, and I scoff at his reaction, taking a piece of blueberry bagel into my mouth, hoping food will help me to bite my tongue. His charisma fills every space in the room, leaving me flushed and charged, but my tongue feels sharp. I start moving about the room, opening curtains and tidying up, anything to avoid his immense gravitational pull. Watching him casually recline on my bed, this spoiled, beautiful man, his jovial playful mood a stark contrast from our first meeting. 
    Clearly he is accustomed to getting precisely what he wants at all times, and expects nothing less. I’m reminded of the scene at the elevators and Melissa’s bile-filled offer. He must have women wherever he goes. I imagine models and spoiled trust-funders hanging on his every word, giving in to his every whim. I feel a deep blush crawling up my body, contemplating those whims.  I wonder if any woman has ever made him work for it or do they just fall into bed with him. I see how the latter would be the case. He would be very hard to resist.
    Our eyes meet and he halts me in my tracks, his eyes like steel traps. I feel like he has caught me, he knows what I was thinking, he can see it all over my body. A moment stretches between us, the air filled with something heavy, something explosive. I watch him swallow, his Adam’s apple slowly rolling down his throat, the corner of his mouth curling into a scorching grin. I melt onto the cool wood floor, mesmerized. My hand floats up to my throat, my heart fluttering like a trapped animal. I am trapped, hopelessly drowning in his pale green eyes, my ragged breath echoing in my head.
    “Knock knock, Rise and Shine….” A familiar voice and a knock at the door release me from Rhys’ hypnotic spell. Saved by the Bride! Olivia and Matthew.  
      “Hi, sweetie! We thought we could all go to breakfast.” Pushing into the room, she takes in the sight of Rhys in my rumpled bed and swirls around in a tornado of blonde hair and sheer shock. Her eyes are wide like grapefruits, her mouth gaping, but fighting back an auspicious grin. Matthew, on the other hand, seems unfazed. He kicks his shoes off and takes a spot next to Rhys on the bed, helping himself to a bagel. The boys launch into a conversation about golf and tee times. Olivia pulls me into the bathroom.
    “What. The hell. Is he doing here?” she begs, her eyes bright with curiosity. “Naughty!” She laughs as she swats at my arm and turns to herself in the mirror. Fluffing her long blonde mane, she eyes me shrewdly, before launching into a lecture on the pitfalls of endless one night stands and Rhys’ propensity towards just that. I balance myself on the edge of the tub, listening to her drone on, my mind wandering to the beautiful man on my bed. What is he doing here, with me this morning? Why didn’t he take Melissa up on her offer last night? Is he trying to add my name to his roster? Do I want that? I smile wickedly to myself, because I know a part of me does, but I have learned the hard way not to be so reckless with my heart and body. My eyes meet with Olivia’s. She is standing in front of me with her hands on her hips, a question having just passed over her lips. “Well?”
    “What Liv? I didn’t hear you.”
    “Where is your mind, back in bed with Rhys? What happened last night, tell me everything!” Her excitement barely contained. She takes a seat next to me and braces herself for illicit details, giddy with anticipation.
    “I hate to disappoint, but he just brought bagels.”
    “What?” She shakes her head, like the scenario is an impossibility. “Really, bagels and nothing else?”
    “Don’t you think I would tell you? Really, just bagels. Besides, I’m starting to get