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woman? Which part is supposed to be so forgettable?”

My bold statement is met with a glare before she plasters on a wide smile. “Of course, Mr. Lavin. It was so nice to meet you, too!”

When I turn, I catch Jason’s eye. He’s staring at Casey but I don’t think he’s recognized her yet.

The others have started walking toward the hallway that leads to the conference room. I can’t stay here too much longer without drawing undue attention which is exactly what Casey has asked me not to do.

Her eyes turn pleading. “Please, don’t make a scene. I need this job.”

As angry as I am, I can’t ignore the desperation in her voice. She told me that night at the bar she was celebrating getting a new job, one she was very excited and grateful for. No matter how pissed I was to wake up alone, I wouldn’t want to take that from her.

“I won’t say anything.”

Her shoulders drop in relief and she lets out a sigh that reminds me a little too much of the sounds she made that night in my arms. It definitely pricks at my ego that she seems to have no problem moving on from the night we shared when I’ve been haunted by it ever since. Could it be possible that the night that was life changing for me was only average for her?

Then our eyes meet again and she shivers. Heat explodes between us and I have to clench my hands into fists to keep from reaching out for her. No, she feels this, too. But wants to deny it for some reason.

“Thank you. For not saying anything. You should go. Everyone is staring.”

“I’ll go. But Casey,” I wait until she meets my eyes. “I won’t be forgetting about that night anytime soon. And neither will you.”

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MYA

Considering how many things have gone wrong tonight, you’d think it couldn’t get much worse, but apparently we haven’t reached our quota on weirdness for the night. Standing in a hotel room alone with Milo while he talks about screaming during sex takes it to a whole different level.

Especially since the way he’s watching me makes it clear he’s not going to just let this go.

“Have you?” he presses again, his eyes locked on mine.

This is not happening. I’m not talking about orgasms while he stares at me like that. Just not doing it.

“I’m hardly a virgin, Milo.”

His face twists into a grimace. “Jesus, don’t say that.”

“What? I just said–“

“What you said was a bullshit attempt to deflect and not answer. Which tells me everything I need to know.” He runs his hands through his hair, looking pissed off, which makes no sense to me.

“How did we go from discussing your bad behavior at dinner to talking about my love life?” My non-existent love life, I think ruefully.

A guy like Milo probably goes through women like underwear. What would he say if he knew it’s been six months since I’ve been laid?

Or kissed. Or hugged. Or touched.

Great, now he’s got me thinking about how pathetic I am.

“I’m just trying to understand what the fuck is happening in the world that a woman like you is having bad sex. Any man lucky enough to see you naked should be putting in the work to take you to O-town every time.”

Something in my expression must tip him off because suddenly he stops pacing and