Aaliyah’s POVOrrin’s words hung in the air—“I’m not leaving it”—and his gray eyes pinned me in place, that half-grin making my heart do a traitorous flip. The Chicago conference lobby buzzed around us, and when the conference ended, it was like we were alone, the tension crackling. I spun on my heel, my heels clicking on the marble, desperate to escape before I let his charm pull me under. “Aaliyah, wait,” he called, his voice softer, and my steps faltered.I turned, clutching my notebook, my voice sharp. “Why, Orrin? So you can sweet-talk me again? Take me to dinner, then cozy up with some famous actress? I’m not that gullible.”His grin vanished, his eyes narrowing. “Actress? Wait, Lila Voss? That’s why you’ve been dodging me.”I crossed my arms, my chest tight. “Don’t act surprised. I saw the photos—Le Bernardin, you and her, right after I left. What? You think I’m stupid?”He chuckled and stepped closer, his voice low but steady. “You’re not stupid, but you’re wrong. Lila’s
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