I was still in the process of brushing out my hair when I heard someone knock on the front door. I tightened the belt of the robe around my waist and walked out of the bathroom and through the bedroom. I didn’t see Carter anywhere. I assumed he thought I was still in the shower, but since I was expecting a cab to pick me up, I figured I might as well answer the door. I gave myself a quick once-over to make sure the silk robe Carter had loaned me covered everything important, and then opened the door.

My mouth was opening to thank the person on the other side…and then I saw who was staring at me with dark, intense eyes.

“DeVon,” I said, not able to hide the surprise in the tone of my voice. My heart did a funny little skipping beat. Who’d called him about my accident? Had it been Carter? The fact that he’d come to make sure I was okay tempered my previous anger at him for pushing me on Carter. It didn’t make things good between us, but it was at least a step in the right direction.

“Nice to see you’re taking one for the team,” he snapped. “Hope he was a good lay.”

My jaw dropped as DeVon spun around and started to storm away. What the hell? All prior thoughts of forgiveness were chased away by the anger boiling inside me. I walked after him, not caring that I was only wearing a robe or that the man I was about to yell at was my boss.

“Where the hell do you get off acting like that wasn’t exactly what you wanted me to do?!” I cut in front of him, forcing him to stop. “You told me that Hollywood was all about tits and ass.” I pointed an accusing finger at him and had to resist the urge to poke him in the chest with it. “You told me to flirt with him and then when Carter said he wanted me to come by, we both knew he didn’t want me here to read for him. You wanted me to fuck him just so you could get him to let Mirage clients read, and then you have the balls to show up here and act like I did something wrong! I looked to you for an answer and you fucking nodded.”

He sneered at me, his eyes flat. “And that’s all it took to get you to spread your legs.”

I sucked in a breath and tried not to let him see how that stung.

He continued, “I didn’t expect anything less. After all, you fucked Taylor once you found out there wasn’t a rule against it.” He took a step towards me until our bodies were nearly touching. “Not that the rules seem to matter much to you when it comes to getting laid.”

“Look who’s talking.” I didn’t like him crowding my space, especially when the scent of him brought with it a rush of memories, but I refused to back down. I glared up at him, focusing on my anger. “You’ll fuck anything that stands still long enough.” I paused, then added, “Or anything you can tie down.”

His jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitching, and I knew he was working on keeping that control he prized so much.

“You know what?” I said. “You said the two of us were alike, and maybe you’re right in some ways, but at least I treat people with common courtesy. Just because we fucked doesn’t give you the right to treat me like shit, not matter who else I sleep with. I may be a slut, as you not-so-subtly implied, but at least I’m not an asshole.”

For a moment, I thought he was going to say something else, but instead, he just stepped around me and got into his car.

I didn’t give him the satisfaction of me watching him leave. I spun around and marched back into the house, tears stinging and burning my eyes as I refused to give in to them. I wasn’t going to cry. I was done crying over DeVon Ricci.

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