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devastation Chelsea was wearing made me feel like a million bucks. I still had no clue of the history that Chelsea and Blake shared.
    “Well isn’t this going to be a fun shoot,” Mr. Davenport mumbled under his breath.
    “Since when did you become a model?” Tate suddenly asked Blake.
    “My band got signed. The record company believes I have a certain look and decided to book me for this shoot. Believe me, I am not impressed. This is the first and last shoot I’ll be doing. Sucks that it has to be with her.”
    Mr. Davenport walked towards the door and closed it loudly, causing me to jump. I suddenly felt like I was fifteen and getting in trouble for the one and only time I smoked a cigarette. My laughter filled the air as I tried to pull myself together. Yep. Here I was, laughing at the most inappropriate of times. Four sets of eyes turned to me, which only caused my laughter to grow louder.
    “And what is so funny, Sav?” Mr. Davenport asked with a chuckle in his pathetic attempt to hold some authority in the boardroom.
    I glanced around at everyone again, swallowed my laughter, and wiped the tear that had escaped my eye. “This whole situation is hilarious. Fine, I will run this shoot but under my terms. I am assuming the shoot is at Red Velvet and that’s why you are here?” I turned to Tate, who nodded in agreement. “Chelsea, this is my shoot. You fuck up once and you will never work with Beautify again. Blake, if I am going to do this, you are too. Tate, I want Jack working on this shoot, and Mr. Davenport, Tanzi is working with me.”
    Silence filled the room before they all agreed.
    “I’m done. I’ll be at my desk.”
    I walked out of the boardroom and strutted through the office with determination in my step. My emotions simmered just below the surface but I refused to show how I was truly feeling. Being near her, seeing her looking at Tate like she was fucking him in her thoughts caused my heart to twist and literally ache. I needed to forget that video, but every time I thought of it, I was taken back to that moment in New York. I knew I needed to forget or at least push it aside. I dropped my head in my hands and sighed deeply as I slumped into my office chair. The air around me shifted as someone stood by my desk.
    “You okay?” Tate’s deep voice questioned. I raised my head from my hands and looked at him. Painfully beautiful he was. His eyes begged for truth, but this wasn’t the time or place, especially knowing that Maureen, Beautify’s main office gossip, had her ears pricking up at the desk across the room desperate for the scent of fresh scandal.
    “Yep. I’m great.”
    “You are a terrible liar.”
    “Tate, I just want to get my work done, forget about her, and try and stop thinking about what is filling my head.”
    He swung my chair around so I was facing him and he crouched down so his face was opposite mine. We were in the middle of the Beautify Office and I know our hushed voices were drawing people’s attention. Next thing I knew, I’d be getting accused of cheating on Mr. Davenport.
    “You and me. Not her. I know, no matter what I say, it won’t get those images out of your head, and I wish I could climb in your head and tear them to shreds, but I need you to tell me that we can get past this, that you and I are stronger than her. I need that, Sav. You are the strongest thing in my life. I can’t let that strength be destroyed.”
    I leaned forward and placed my lips on his. His hands grabbed hold of the chair and pulled me closer to him before his hand moved to the back of my head and hauled me deeper into the kiss. My tongue ran the length of his bottom lip before I tugged on it with my teeth. Tate’s tongue ploughed into my mouth with ownership. If I could kiss him for the rest of my life, I would die a happy woman.
    “Remember where you two are.” Mr. Davenport’s voice hovered around us and I pulled away quickly as my cheeks flushed. My eyes bounded around