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We’re anything but good.
The thought of being alone with Broderick at the Hamptons feels loaded with temptation.
Maybe Alex could come along. I think it’s his birthday that weekend, anyway. We could spend time together. I could get Broderick off my mind.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Chapter 19
Radio
As soon as Broderick is gone, I dash to my bedroom, already pulling my T-shirt over my head as I go. My clothes hit the floor without ceremony. I stand there, unsure of what to wear.
I like you in red.
I can’t wear the gown I wore to the gala, obviously, but I do pick out another dress hanging in the back of my closet, compliments to Rio, saved for an occasion such as this—tight bodice, cinched waist, and flaring out and cutting above the knee, the perfect balance of cute and sexy.
I smooth the fabric over my hips, glancing at myself in the mirror.
I hope he likes this.
I busy myself, desperate to shake off the remnants of whatalmosthappened with Broderick, even as the echo of it lingers. I focus instead on whatmighthappen tonight.
The last time I was alone at Alex’s place, he touched me like no one ever had before. Like I was something rare.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping for more tonight.
The memory flashes—his lips on my skin,there—and the way my name sounded in his mouth.
I blush, warmth blooming across my cheeks.
At the vanity, I apply a touch of makeup—not too much. Enough to make me look and feel like I haven’t been pacing emotionally between two men all night.
I run a brush through my hair, tossing it back off my shoulders. Lip balm. Perfume. Wallet. Keys.
Then I pause.
My eyes drift toward the drawer beside my bed. I open it slowly.
Condoms.
I stare at them.Maybe.I hesitate, then grab one and slip it discreetly into my purse.
I should probably look into going on the pill, I think absentmindedly, zipping my bag.
Just in case.
I settle into the cab heading toward Noho, to Alex’s place. Before I can invite him to the Hamptons, I should ask Philippa first.
Pulling out my phone, I settle on a text.
Elena
Hey Pip, can I invite Alex to the Hamptons?
I hit send, then lean back, watching the city flash by—alive and pulsing as we move through the night traffic. Windows blur with neon and taillights. My phone dings.
Philippa
