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Chapter Twenty-Nine

At five after eight, my phone buzzes.

Blake: Damn. You're not here. There goes hope you greet me naked.

My breath catches in my throat. That's how he wants me. Sitting around his apartment waiting to be ready the second he's home. What a goddamn cliché of a wife-to-be.

Of course, I wouldn't exactly mind greeting him naked. I certainly wouldn't mind him throwing me on the couch and fucking me senseless.

I shake my head.

I need to stem the feelings pouring from me.

We have a deal. It's business. I need to keep it business.

Period.

Kat: Maybe if you had offered to greet me naked.

Blake: Come over. I will.

Kat: I can't. I have to work on my portfolio. Columbia application is due next week.

My fingers hover over the phone screen. It's a half-truth. The application is due next week, but the portfolio isn't due for another month.

I need to figure out how to pull back before I dive in.

Somehow.

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For a week,our texts are the same.

He invites me over or offers to meet somewhere to fuck me.

I dodge with excuses of work.

I almost feel like he wants me.

No, he does want me. Just not the way I need him to.

Blake: You must need a break by now.

Yes. Desperately.

Kat: I'm too tired to head uptown.

Blake: I'll come to you.

Kat: And fuck me with my sister in the next room?

Blake: No. And fuck you in my limo.

My sex clenches.

Blake: We have dinner reservations next Saturday. In midtown at six. With Mom and Fiona.

Kat: Have you ever heard of asking.

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