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she’ll be all for the mind blowing sex with her boyfriend you are
conspiring in your dirty little mind.”
    Boyfriend. Riana let out a tired sigh as she rubbed
her face with her palms. He had a girlfriend and after what she went through
that night, she wouldn’t do that to another human being. “I think I’m losing my
mind.”
    Loraine chuckled. “Oh, no. You have the right idea,
just the wrong guy.”
    “Loraine, Riana, I need one of you to get to the floor
now and the other to get the extra champagne from the manager’s office,” their
boss yelled right before she stepped back into the kitchen.
    “I’ll go to the manager’s office,” Loraine offered.
    Riana knew she was trying to protect her from the tall,
hot, and sexy girlfriend who had just crushed her fantasy, but Riana wasn’t
going to allow it. If she was to get those brown eyes out of her mind, she
needed to see the girlfriend. “No, I’ll do it.”
    “Are you sure?”
    Riana smiled. “Yes, I am.”
    Riana walked silently to the manager’s office, her
thoughts still deep in those brown eyes. She hadn’t realized she’d walked in
unannounced until she heard the familiar noises. She blinked repeatedly, just
to make sure she was really seeing the girlfriend bent over the desk, her hooker
dress bunched up at her waist, bearing her breasts, her thong around her knees
and an enthusiastic man, who was not Allan Sinclair, with his pants around his
ankles pumping into her like a rutting dog.
    “Oh yes, fuck me, Michael. Harder, faster!” she screeched.
    Riana quickly rushed out and shut the door. It was
like watching Claire and Steve all over again and her chest twisted in pain and
her eyes burned. She couldn’t watch another betrayal.
    “Oh, no you don’t. Don’t you dare start crying again.”
    Riana jumped and looked up. It was the hot guy again.
Allan Sinclair. She couldn’t let him see what she just did. It would rip him
apart like it was her. She placed herself in front of the door. “Don’t go in
there.”
    He smiled. “Why?”
    Why? Think
Riana, think . “Just don’t.”
    If he wasn’t looking at her, she would have smacked
her head. Really, dangling a carrot?
Where is Loraine when I need her!
    “ Ah-ha ,” he
responded slowly with a nod.
    Riana yelped when he pulled her from the door, and
gathered her against his chest, one arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders.
She struggled to move but his grip on her was unyielding.
    He swung the door open. “What are you hiding—”
    “Don’t!” But even as she said it she knew it was too
late. She heard a gasp behind her and the woman’s voice cry, “Allan!” and the
man’s voice shout, “It’s not what you think.”
    Riana shook her head then buried it in Allan’s hard
chest. Steve had said those same words to her and they slashed through her
chest like a knife. But this time the pain was for Allan, not for her.
    “It never is,” Allan responded. His voice was so low
and cold that she felt a chilling fear rush through her.
    She flinched when she felt his fingers under her chin
again. Not wanting to piss him off even more, Riana looked up at him. Even with
the smile he gave her, she could clearly see the storm brewing in his eyes.
    “Thank you,” he whispered, then released her shoulders
and her chin. She knew she’d just been dismissed, but she didn’t want to leave
him alone with this. It wasn’t something a person should confront without
support; she knew that all too well.
    He gave her another smile. “I’ll be fine, Riana .”
    The way he said her name sent a shiver of another kind
through her body. Without thinking, she moved up on her toes and wrapped her
arms around his neck, squeezing him in a tight hug. She felt his hand rub her
back and she knew she needed to let go, as good as holding him might feel.
    She drew in a breath, taking the scent of him in her
lungs. He smelled like a wet forest after a rainy day. Refreshing. Then, acting
without thinking, again,