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We both know she’s wet as hell right now.

Unfortunately, we are not alone.

“Well...lucky them.”Gemma swallows, glancing away as she clears her throat.“And lucky you.”

I straighten, I take in her deep red cheeks and wonder how I should play this.I shouldn’t touch this woman until her contract ends.But those are my rules.And I must admit, the thought of breaking them and tasting Gemma Ford is very damn appealing.

The next move must be hers.

Would it be terrible if I got her another glass of Cristal for encouragement?

Probably.

Gemma focuses for an unnaturally long time on the wall behind me while white-hot chemistry sparks between us.

Finally, she hands me her glass.“I need to use the restroom.”

As I take it, our fingers brush, and her eyes snap to mine, mouth parting.Then she darts away.

Groaning, knowing I should be a better man, I down the rest of her liquid courage and place the glass on a nearby table.Then I wander over and join my friends, sliding a hand into the pocket of my Tom Ford tuxedo pants.

“That one you can’t have.”Zander gives me a sideways glare.

“Why not?”

“You know why.”His voice is low and firm.

I rock on my heels.Yeah, I do—Gemma is way too good for a bad boy like me.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

GEMMA

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Sitting on the toiletseat, I stare at the back of the door as if it could burst open at any moment.