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head.
    “I didn’t know you were at that age level.”
    “Funny.” I go inside and lean against the door I’ve shut.
    “I’m sorry for being a dick. I shouldn’t have said those things to you.” Needing to break our eye contact, I look across the room. “Actually, I’m sorry for all of it. I shouldn’t have used you for sex. You deserve better than that.”
    “I do?” I look back at her, and her eyes are watery. Shit.
    “Yes, Blanca. You deserve better.”
    She lets out a clipped laugh and begins rustling through her purse again. “You know the saddest part of what happened between us?”
    “What’s that?”
    “I realized after our verbal exchange that I care for you. After everything that happened, I discovered I have feelings for you. That’s pathetic after the way we treated each other.”
    I swallow, feeling like my emotions are caught in my throat. “You have feelings for me?” I’ve never let myself get close enough to a woman for her to say those words to me.
    “Yeah, I do, and I’m sorry for what I did, too. I was behaving no better.”
    I don’t know what I’m doing, but I feel the need to touch her. I walk over to her desk, and she stops what she’s doing. Gazing up at me, her eyes bask with more tears.
    “I’m sorry. You deserve better for yourself, Blanca. You’re a kind person.” I cup her cheek.
    “Better than you?”
    “Yes, better than me.”
    “You have more to offer a woman than you think.”
    “This is as good as it gets for me, sweetheart. This right here is as nice as I can be.” I kiss her cheek, but I’m not sure she’s setting my insides on fire anymore like that sweet little blonde did. I can’t stop thinking of that Tara girl, and frankly, it’s pissing me off.
    “Zev, don’t sell yourself short.” Blanca’s lips begin trailing down my neck. Dammit, it’s been way too long since I’ve had my dick in a chick. Actually, it’s been since the train wreck I shared with Blanca last week. Hell, that’s a long stretch for me.
    I breathe in the floral scent of her, but I’m not only an asshole if I fuck her right after apologizing for treating her like a whore. No, that would make me a son of a bitch, too.
    I pull back from her and remove her hands that have now unbuckled my belt. “No, we can’t. I apologized for this very thing only moments ago. Come on, I’ll take you to dinner.”
    Her eyes flit to mine. “Like a date?”
    “Uh, yeah, sure.” The condemned sign on my heart must’ve been flipped around backward. I have a feeling this is only going to bury me in a deeper hole with Blanca.
    We ride downstairs to one of the restaurants in the hotel. If I were a real gentleman, I would take her somewhere outside of Submission, but I have to work tonight, so this will have to do.
    Of course, we don’t have to wait for a table, so we take our seats, and the waiter brings us menus. He moves out of my line of vision, and that’s when I see her. Tara. Shit, she’s having dinner with Noah Sanders.
    She didn’t listen to a goddamn word I said. I believe my veins are thickening from the blood rapidly pumping through them. She shouldn’t be anywhere near that man.
    “Zev, what’s wrong?” Blanca asks.
    I glance back to her and my menu.
    “Nothing.”
    She turns and looks the direction my eyes have been glued. “Do you know them?”
    “Yes. A member and a server.”
    “Oh. Your veins look like they’re going to pop out of your neck, and if you grip that menu any harder, it’s going to tear.”
    I ease up on my grip, but I can’t do shit about the frustration and helplessness I’m feeling. Actually, maybe I can do something about it.
    “I’ll be right back.”

Tara
     
    I’m eating dinner with Noah Sanders. I swear the man won’t take no for an answer. He’s easy on the eyes, and I’m always down for a delicious meal, so to get him off my back, I agreed to dinner. It’s all the man’s getting, but he doesn’t have to know that yet.
    I’ve