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I delete the words and try again.

Me: I’m not a sex maniac, and I don’t generally beg men for their cock.

“Nope.” I tap delete again.

Me: I didn’t mean any of it.

Delete.

Me: I’m not addicted to your dick.

Delete. Delete.

Me: Thanks for the sex.

Oh my god, no!

Delete. Delete. Delete.

Me: Guess I’ll see you around.

That sounds stupid.

Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete.

Me: Call me if you’re ever in L.A.

He never goes to L.A.

Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete.

“Fuck.” I take a breath, switch off my phone, and shove it into my pocket. Tension snakes through my muscles, and I turn to watch as the streets pass outside the window.

I won’t text him. If he wants to, he can contact me. Texting him now will only lead to more embarrassment.

Eli Travers and the way he makes me feel is not something I can deal with right this second.

Chapter 52

Eli

“Eli? Are you awake?” Elena’s voice echoes around the suite.

“Out on the balcony.” I’m leaning over the railing, looking out over the city, and drinking coffee.

My father’s widow joins me. “I tried calling you, but it kept going through to your voicemail.”

I frown, then the memory of switching my cell off comes to me. “Oh … yeah. I turned it off.”

“Why?”

Because if I hadn’t, the temptation would have been too much and I’d have ended up with my dick buried so deep into your daughter’s pussy, they might have needed a tow rope to drag me out.

“Just needed some quiet time.”

“Are you still coming to the Hamptons with me?”

I push away and go inside. “Yeah. I just need to finish packing. I can’t stay long, though. I have to get back home.”

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