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I move my gaze upward and smile at his sexy, messy hair. I’ve seen Trevor Willis dressed up for the night or a wedding, and I’ve seen him when he first wakes, with basketball shorts and his thick thighs. No matter the occasion, his hair is definitely something I adore. It always seems out of place, as if it’s in need of my fingers to comb it away from his stunning green eyes.“You made it,” he says happily as he ducks under the lamps and pulls the chair out for me.“I’m not late? Am I?”“No, I’m just anxious,” he says with all honesty as he pushes in my chair and gives me a kiss on the cheek. It’s romantic and chivalrous and reminds me how a gentleman is supposed to treat a lady.While some may find it old-fashioned, I like it.That’s how our first official date begins, with niceties and gestures, with simple conversation that flows too easily yet is capable of tying my stomach into knots. Everything about Trevor Willis is sweet, sexy, and funny.We are too interested in one another t

I grin as I take a second and decide to tell him something that even I’m unsure about, something I don’t want to admit. “I’m afraid that I messed up my chances to get the job in ladies’ lingerie. I don’t regret what I did, going onstage. The show had to go on. But now I am afraid.”“What’s the worst thing that can happen if you don’t get it?”I swallow, thinking about his question. It’s a good question. I like that his response isn’t false reassurance. Instead, he’s making me think about the possibilities. “I guess the worst thing is that I don’t get to move back here...and we will be apart again.” I don’t say the last part.“Don’t you like London?”“I do. I really do. I think I’m a little lonely.”“How can you be lonely with Stephen? He seems like when he’s not upset, he could be a lot of fun.”I scoff. “He’s even fun when he’s upset.”“Is he helpful?”“Yes. He’s the best at...well, most everything.”“I was wondering if he could help me with something.”“Stephen? My Stephen? What do

Instead of talking, Duncan leans back against the sofa and stares. I can’t tell if it’s his CEO look or just his cocky I’m better than you attitude. With each passing second, his grin grows until I find myself debating about yelling at him or jumping up from the sofa and punching him. Because that’s what brothers do or what being with my brother makes me think of doing.“Stop,” I finally say.“No way. I’m enjoying this.”“What?”“Seeing my little brother smitten.”“Smitten?” It seems like I’ve heard that recently. “What kind of word is that?”Duncan shrugs. “It’s what Kimbra calls it. I like it. It means—”“Bro, I’m the one with the master’s degree. I know what it means.”Instead of flinging back with a comment on how my education hasn’t given me the empire he’s built, Duncan stays calm, cool, and collected. “It looks good on you,” he says, moving his head up and down. “You know, better than that brooding loner thing.”I exhale. “You’re not mad?”“Fuck no. All I want is for you to be

Monday evening, Stephen and I walk out of Saks and onto busy Fifth Avenue as the traffic picks up its pace. In New York City that means the volume increases as the speed decreases. Across the street, tourists as well as employees buzz in and out of Rockefeller Center. The city is filled with electricity, yet the traffic and iconic buildings are merely blips on my already-full radar. I’m thinking, instead, about the ongoing discussions I’ve been having most of the day up on the tenth floor of this famous store.According to Vicky and others in our meetings, the sales from the fashion show were even better than the earlier emails indicated. Nevertheless, fashion headlines are still mentioning the change in models. What I’d hoped would go virtually unnoticed is trending with the following hashtags: #mysterymodelmayhemwhoisthatgirl #sakssexysub and #sakssecretmysterymodel.It wasn’t mayhem. It was orchestrated and constructed. That’s what I spent a better part of today reminding myself—an

The restaurant high in the sky is filled with customers, every table an island among the sea of flickering candles within the ocean of windows offering the most spectacular view of New York City. Our conversation pauses as the waiter returns with Trevor’s credit card. I take in the stunning view as he signs the final bill and closes the small folder.This is our second real date, third if you count the first night at the piano bar in Indianapolis. The thought makes me smile. Three dates in the course of a year. No one can say that we’re rushing things. As soon as he places the pen on the tablecloth, I lean forward and speak. “Dinner was amazing. You really don’t need to buy each time. I do have a spending stipend from Saks to cover my meals.”Trevor just smiles.“You know,” I offer, “I also know how to cook.”“And does your hotel room have a nice kitchen?”“I could invite you back to see it. Really, it’s amazing for a suite. The microwave oven is out of this world.”His smile grows. “