Page 145 of The Bet
“And?”
“And she was not very friendly.”
“Did you think she would be after the way you treated her?”
“What did I do?” he asked, shocked.
“What you did, making out with her, and then dropping her like a hot stone, and then not speaking to her, was despicable.”
He considered it. “I suppose it was.”
“No, it was.”
And he'd been under the impression she'd liked him.
“Just because a girl pursues a guy, doesn't mean she’s easy. It also doesn't mean she’s going to be okay when you drop her like dirt.”
“That's why I want to take my time getting to know you.” He cupped the back of her neck and tried to move her face towards his, his lips eager for another one of her kisses. But she kept her head back.
“I thought you were cheating, when I first saw you. Cara had told me you were already going out with that actress.”
“I don't cheat. I never have.”
“But that night?”
“We had split up. The actress had dumped me. That's why she wasn't at the wedding.”
“She dumped you?”
He nodded. “Over the phone. We rowed about a casting she was going to. The producer wanted to interview her in the hot tub, in her bikini.”
Izzy screwed her face up, looking disgusted. “Is he one of those pervs embroiled in that scandal?”
“I don't know, but one of the films she was due to start shooting in got delayed, because that producer was a perv.”
“Sick.”
“Yes, sick. She didn't see it as that, though. She seemed to think it was something that was normal, and accepted it. She believed she had to go along with it, in order to get the parts.”
“Poor girl.”
“She came to see me.”
“When?”
“Last month, she turned up on my doorstep in tears.”
Izzy fell silent.
“We weren't together then,” he said quickly.
“And? She turned up and?”
He tried to remember, tried to think back. “She wanted comfort.”
Her eyes bore into him, and he thanked his lucky stars he hadn't given in. Hadn't let Gisele tempt him into doing something. Another lie would have been too much to keep from Izzy. “But I told her no.”
“You told her no?”
