Page 28 of The Hate Date

“Did you think I lived here?” I’m an asshole, through and through. I led her to believe I was a local. In my defense, when the night started out I was repulsed at the thought of Clover stealing Eminence Partners client money.

Now I’m halfway in love with her.

Yet, we aren’t on a level playing field.

I’ve touched, kissed and fucked every part of her body and she doesn’t even know who I am.

I’m ashamed. This is not the man I want to be.

“Of course I did.” She’s hurt, it’s obvious. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, though. It’s not like we know each other.”

“Clover…” I move toward her.

She holds up a hand then turns and moves toward the door. “It’s okay, JJ. I’m a big girl. We’re nothing to each other, you don’t owe me anything.”

“That’s not true,” I call after her.

She turns, her expression serene. “Last night was… I don’t have words. I’ve never felt so sexy in my life. It was a gift. I will always remember it. And I’ll always remember you. I hope your business meeting goes well.”

“Clover, wait…” I reach for her. “Don’t go, not yet.”

“I have to get back to my hotel and shower. Take a power nap. I’m due on set at noon.” She’s at the door. “Goodbye, JJ.”

I don’t even bother to answer her.

For the first time in my life, I’m not in control.

I fucking hate it.

Chapter eleven

Clover

Three Weeks Later

Today’s my last official day on set.

I’m not even sad because we’re getting another season.

I’m excited for my next phase. I’ve been asked to play a supporting role in an indy film. The director has a buzz, so I’d like to accept. One of my old music producers wants me to go back into the recording studio. Opportunities abound.

No thanks to my useless agent, Mazza.

Ronni advised me to wait until I get new representation and then get a career plan together. I think she gives good advice.

Meanwhile, though it’s taken a couple weeks, I’ve come to terms with what happened on that magical night in the elevator.

No exaggeration, the experience changed my life. For one, it put a final nail in the coffin of my marriage. It also made me realize I won’t ever settle for anything less than the kind of connection I had with JJ.

Even the passing thoughts I had about destiny, blah, blah blah. We were trapped. Of course I’d blow things out of proportion. So what. I’m truly at peace with reality. We both knew it was one night. With no strings.

That’s why I was able to let my guard down.

I had nothing to lose. I let go of my inhibitions. Indulged in a real-life romantic fantasy of being stuck in an elevator with the hottest man I’d ever seen in real life. The situation was straight out of one of my beloved romance novels.

I wanted JJ to make love to me—no.

I wanted him to fuck me.

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