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She lifts her eyes as I lift the glass to my lips, and we almost glare at one another.
Fuck.
I might not regret fucking her, but I regret the words I said afterward.
I should have shut my damn mouth.
CHAPTER THREE
LEXI
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Mason Kingsley no longerexists.
Unless it’s Monday to Friday, eight in the morning until five at night, he no longer exists, as far as I am concerned.
The jerk.
Listen, I know Emily has ended up with her prince, but that’s not what this is.I need you to know that.
“Fuck you, Mason,” I replied, shoving at his chest while his dick dripped from what we’d just done.“There are a lot of princes in this town; don’t flatter yourself.”
The fact I have to work with Mason now that he’s messed up our delicious little attraction is a nuisance, but I’ll make sure he understands that it meant nothing to me, and I’ve moved on.
Prince?
Jesus, please...what an idiot.
Craig, who is an art director at one of the top creative agencies here in Manhattan, is a great dancer and fun.I was talking to him before we started dancing, and he gave me tips on some fun, non-touristy places to hit up in New York.
Then offered to show me a few of them.
I’m going to say yes, just to spite the frog, as I now refer to Mason.
“Is there a reason Mason Kinglsey is throwing eye-daggers my way?”Craig asks, leaning in so I can hear him over the music where we are dancing.
