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“What’s up?” he asks.

I inhale a deep breath.

“I’m guessing you didn’t uphold your end of the bargain,” he says.

“You left a lot of room to manoeuvre,” I tell him. “I became really creative at finding loopholes.”

“As in?”

“As in kissing. You left that one off the list.”

“You don’t kiss women, so I didn’t bother adding it—” His eyes widen as realization sinks in. “Arianne.” It’s not a question. He soldiers on without giving me a chance to answer. “Another notch in your belt, Christensen? Is that it?”

“It’s not like that at all—”

He jumps to his feet. “This is just another case of you pulling down your boxer briefs, grabbing a ruler and measuring your cock to prove you have a bigger dick—which you don’t.”

“That’s not it—”

“You couldn’t keep your hands off her? Everyone has to be your plaything?” he says. “I’m sure you’ve already moved on to another woman.” His eyes radiate with rage.

“You’re dead wrong,” I tell him.

“Sure.” He shakes his head.

In many ways, his reaction doesn’t surprise me given my history, but I didn’t expect him to be this slicing.

“You mean, your generosity extends to two nights now, instead of just one?” Sarcasm laces his words.

“No,” I say. “I mean, Arianne and I are dating.”

His jaw drops.

“I’m a ‘one woman’ kind of man now, Rhys.”

“You? Dating?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not fucking other women? No more Dark Compulsion for you?”

“No to the first question, and yes to the second, but with Arianne.”

“Are you shitting me right now?”

“I wouldn’t joke about something like this. I really like her, and we have a great thing going on.”

He comes to stand in front of me and studies me long and hard.

I lift my gaze to his and hold it.

I’m not going to bother getting up.

I can do this alpha shit from where I’m sitting.

Seconds tick by as we each stand our ground.

Rhys steps backward until he’s sitting in the chair across from me.

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