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I surreptitiously crush my lip, regretting for a moment that I had to listen to Julie and not follow my instinct.

Sabina is a pain in the ass, and as much as Julie is right, she won’t give up on screwing things up for me.

“Okay. Thank you,” I say icily before heading to the exit.

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What isthat woman doing here?

As much as I’d love to flick my eyes over my shoulder and get a glimpse of them again, I know it’s a bad idea, so I’m not doing it.

Why? Why is she here? Was she supposed to meet him here?

From what I’ve seen, that doesn’t seem to be the case.My gut tells me he didn’t know she was here.

Is he happy about it?Annoyed?I can’t answer that without looking back.And I won’t do it.

What a stupid turn of events.

“Have a good night, Miss,” the doorman says, sliding the door open and holding it for me.

I give him a smile, fearing my voice would give me away if I uttered words.

A gust of wind slides up my legs, making me shiver.

Without stopping, I glance around the area and catch the eye of the man who helped me before.

The cute valet.

He’s hesitant, and I figure it’s because he thinks I’ve met a client. He’s not that far from the truth, although a client is not what David is to me.

I wonder if I would consider him a client if he had paid me for our meetups.

I’d lie if I said I wasn’t curious about how he would proceed about that.

But he wouldn’t truthfully be my client, right?

We’d be doing it for fun.

He’d only be a real client if I had a list of men like him and met them for sex.

The voice giggles in my head, holdingher headin her hands and looking at me reprovingly.

She’s having fun, and I smile at her, although my lips don’t move.

The thought makes me forget about the woman talking to David inside.

He’s maybe telling her he had enough for the night.

Hopefully, he does that.

Maybe he’s rescheduling her for a daytime meetup.

He said to me he would see other people as long as we weren't officially together.

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