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“What’s on the dessert menu?”

“Two British donut favorites—the Isle of Wight doughnuts and Jersey wonders. Deep fried Oreo cookies are also super popular. A restaurant owned by Scotts, wouldn’t be Scottish without the famous deep-fried Mars bar. Dad took it one step further by deep frying other chocolate bars––a different one every weekend.”

“You’ll have to take me sometime.”

Her brown eyes grow so wide, I’m surprised they don’t pop out of her head. The shock emanating from them, forces me to bite off a smile.

“Our friendship involves meeting the parents?!”

I reach out and brush a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She trembles under my touch.

“Why not?”

Chapter 26

Arianne

For the second morning in a row, I’m up early enough to watch the sunrise.

“Cali sure is pretty.” I bask in the warmth of the wee hours.

I’m well rested thanks to Beckett Christensen’s phenomenal fingers and his ability to make me come like never before. And to think, two weeks ago, I was trapped with him in an elevator. He was a stranger then. Now, he’s anything but. After dinner, I was hoping we’d come back upstairs for a repeat of what transpired in his office or an encore of the naughty things we did in my bathroom a few nights ago. Both were so illicit. Dirty. Forbidden. And so totally sizzling hot. Beckett refused to indulge me, reminding me that predictability wasn’t in his vocabulary. He assured me I wouldn’t see the next round coming.

I’m giddy beyond belief.

Since the night was still young when I got home—and I was charged with so much energy—I did what I do best. I worked. Beckett’s demanding ways cut short the design meeting, so I decided to go over my notes. An hour into it, my mind was percolating with ideas.

“Maybe there’s more in Los Angeles than even I could wish for,” I say out loud.

I shrug off the fairytale as quickly as it pops into my head.

“He’s a notorious bad boy, Arianne. You two are just having a little fun.” The voice of reason reminds at me.

Sigh.

One might argue I’m not the best judge of character because Chance blindsided me in such a humiliating way, but I doubt Beckett would do anything that hurtful or demeaning.

But… he’s a handsome, powerful, sexy, confident, coveted, rich, and very eligible man who has a membership at an adult club.

“Keep it in check, girlfriend.”

My phone rings.

I rush inside to grab it.

“Phoebe!”

“Hey, you’re already up,” she says.

“I am.”

“Since it’s only six, I expected you to still be in bed. I was going to leave a message.”

“When I first arrived, it took me a week to get over the jetlag, so I didn’t roll out of bed until I absolutely had to, aka when my alarm rang. Now that I’m on Los Angeles time, I get up without the alarm and welcome the new day.”

“Very Zen. Very California,” she says.

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