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She’ll become the spotlight of my world.
I’ll fall desperately for her—she was exactly my type. So similar to Jenn. And with what she told me about her ex, she’s clearly still in love with him, even if she shouldn’t be. There was no way she’d fall for me.
Which made us the perfect match.
I’ll fall hard…
And she’ll shatter my heart beyond repair.
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Was he serious?
He wantedmeto be his muse? Was this man crazy or just plain stupid?
I know I’m not altogether hideous to look at. I’m even attractive on my good days; plain on my bad days. But weren’t muses supposed to be … stunning? Like if Giselle Bundchen and Megan Fox had a love child.
And let’s be real, I’m no Giselle. I’m no Megan Fox. I’mmaybeMaggie Gyllenhaal on her worst day. Look, Maggie Gyllenhaal is pretty… beautiful even. But she’s no Giselle.
So what the hell kind of game was Josh Gabriel playing at right now?
I opened my mouth to speak, but Josh held up his hand, palm toward my face, shushing me with that one simple movement.
I narrowed my eyes, glaring at him.Not the right move to win me over, Josh.
And if his smirk was any indication, he knew it too, and didn’t care. “You are exactly who I’m looking for,” he said.
“You’re not listening.” I crossed my arms and deepened my glare. “I saidno.”
“I know you did. But hear me out.” He paused, then added, “Please?”
With a scoff, I dropped my arms out of the crossed position and grabbed my Texas Tea to sip… which I had to admit was delicious. Rolling my eyes, I said, “You have sixty seconds.”
“Sixty seconds? Guess I better make them count.” He took a long sip of his whiskey before putting it down on the bar beside us.
I arched one brow at him. “You just wastedtenon your drink. Not a good start.”
He let out a deep breath and rubbed his hands together. “Okay, listen. We don’t know each other well. Obviously. But what Idoknow is that while we were spending time together, no one else in this bar has me intrigued as much as you do. None of the women here are more interesting or more beautiful thanyou.”
I swallowed hard, listening intently to him. He was making me feel special. Wanted. And that was something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
“ You could gain a lot from this, too.”
I felt my brows deepen between my eyes. “How’s that?”
“You want revenge on your ex,” he said simply. I had the distinct impression he intended for that to be a question, but it came out more like a statement.
Either way, he wasn’t wrong. I was pissed at Brent. And Summer. The actress he traded up for. She was more well-known than him in the New York theater scene…. which was saying something since he wasverywell-known himself.
Even still, she looked good on his arm at parties and red carpet events. The memory of their first picture together burned in my brain. It was plastered all over theNew York Postwith a hideous picture of me beside it looking pathetic. Like the love-lost loser I was.
Breaking me from the awful memory, Josh gently took my hands. The warmth of his palms were comforting wrapped around mine, which were wet and chilly from my sweating, spiked iced tea glass. “For a guy like your ex, dating me will be the ultimate revenge. From what you’ve told me, he craves the spotlight, right?”
I nodded, seeing where he was going with this.
“Exactly.” He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “So you datingmewill torture him. Our images will be plastered all over every magazine. TMZ will report on us. He will see you looking fabulous everywhere.”
