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feel like the male version of a gold digger. I don’t like it. She’s intimating that I’m some gigolo or boy toy or something.
    “For your information, Anne, we happen to be in love and lust, which is the perfect combination,” I reply sternly.
    “That’s great. Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.”
    This dinner is over. I signal the waiter to bring our check. We’re done here. I’m sick and tired of being thought of as just eye candy, Nikki’s boy toy, or her gigolo. I should’ve really thought about it before I agreed to start modeling. People think of me as just a pretty face and a body. They don’t realize that I do have a brain, and I do have feelings and compassion for others. Maybe I should quit modeling. It’s not like I need the money.
    Once I get back into my hotel room, I call Nikki. I want to hear her sweet voice.
    “Hey, Princess.”
    “Hello, Chandler,” she says formally, with no warmth in her voice at all.
    “What’s up?”
    “I just saw you photographed with Anne V. coming out of New York’s hottest dining establishment,” she says, her voice laced with sarcasm and jealousy.
    “I can’t believe photos hit the internet already. We had a friendly dinner. She asked me, and I didn’t want to be rude. I can assure you, it was only a brief dinner.”
    “No dessert?”
    “No. If there was, would I be in my room talking on the phone right now with you?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe you had a quick one,” she adds.
    “I don’t believe in quick ones. You should know that by now. I miss you, Princess.”
    “I miss you too,” she sighs out.
    “I hope I can sleep tonight without you here beside me. One more night and then I’ll be home, warming your bed, sweetheart,” my handsome cowboy drawls and my insides warm.

Chapter Fourteen
Nikki
    This morning at work, I’m sitting in my office, flipping through the latest issue of Cosmopolitan Magazine. They’ve featured an article I’ve written on shades of lipstick. Chandler and Bella grace the pages in my article. I scrutinize the pictures closely and notice the intimated sexuality. Sex sells, I know that. But when it involves the man you’re sleeping with, it causes possessiveness and jealousy to bubble to the surface. It eats at me the longer I look at it, and I have to quickly turn the page. I still can’t believe I get to sleep with this hunk of male hotness almost every single night of the week. How is that even possible, that I, Nikki Russo, the scrappy girl from the quiet working class neighborhood in the suburbs, is with the latest hot male model?
    As I continue to flip through the pages of Cosmo, an article catches my eye. How To Keep It Sizzling Between the Sheets . I love reading the sexy articles they have in this magazine. They don’t hold back on sharing! I always take the lover surveys. It’s a fun and naughty indulgence of mine that I can’t resist—just like chocolate, another addiction of mine.
    Kelsey walks in and catches me. “Whatcha reading?” she asks, eyeing the magazine I have open on my desk.
    “The latest Cosmo issue. It has my article Fifty Shades of Red and the latest Lipstick Kisses cherry campaign ad feature of Chandler and Bella,” I scowl.
    “Oh yeah, I saw that. I love the title of your article. Have you ever thought of writing a book? You know, like an autobiography?” Kelsey asks.
    “Nah, I don’t have the time.”
    “I think you should. Your success story would be such an interesting read.”
    “Maybe someday, but not now. Look at this picture of Chandler and Bella. Do you think they’ve slept together?” I can’t stop myself from asking Kelsey. I know anything we talk about won’t go past her lips.
    She takes the magazine and stares at the ad. “It’s hard to tell. You know the photographer makes them pose like that.”
    “I know, I’m just being the possessive and jealous girlfriend. I hate when I get like this,” I admit, taking the magazine and slamming it shut.
    “Every ad I