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    I stood in the doorway of the parlor, just off the foyer, waiting for my date to arrive.  When he’d knock, I’d count to twenty, then make my way slowly to the front door.  I didn’t want to appear too eager—Hamilton might think all this primping was just for him, and then I’d be fighting off his attentions all evening.  So far, he’d allowed me some space—said he was willing to woo me.
     
    Just the thought of sharing intimacies with Ham made me shudder. 
     
    Not that he wasn’t handsome—in a sophisticated, slightly metro sexual sort of way—but I just wasn’t that into him.  He’d been my parents’ friend—was fifteen years older than me—and I wondered why he’d be interested in an eighteen-year-old girl.  Sure, men told me all the time how lovely I was, but really —what could a mature man like Hamilton see in me besides an energetic sexual partner, a bit of eye candy to cling to his arm.  I didn’t mind clinging to his arm, but I’d never fuck him.
     
    The fact was, I was only using him to make Warren angry. 
     
    Ever since I’d graduated from boarding school, my stepbrother ignored me.  Something that stung me deeply.  Had he always despised me? I hadn’t read the signs before our parents’ deaths.  He’d been a doting brother, all the way until he’d been handed the reins of his father’s corporation.  A billionaire now, why should he waste even a second of his precious time on a lonely, devastated younger sister—one who didn’t share a drop of family blood?
     
    He’d rushed me off to boarding school so soon after the funeral, I’d been left dazed.  When I’d needed him the most, he’d abandoned me.
     
    Revenge was the only reason I’d agreed to go out with Ham.  Warren hated him.
     
    “I see you’re going out again.”
     
    Warren’s voice came from behind me, and I jumped.  “You shouldn’t sneak up on me.  You gave me a start.”
     
    His gaze trailed down the slim, navy gown I’d chosen for the date. 
     
    Did he find me at all attractive? I’d been told by the saleswoman in the exclusive dress shop that the navy silk contrasted well against my pale skin and natural, platinum hair.  That the color brought attention to my deep blue eyes. 
     
    After glancing at the back in the mirror, I’d handed her my credit card without another thought.  Demure in the front—in the back, the dress dipped all the way to my ass. 
     
    I wore the diamond earrings Warren’s father had given my mother on their third anniversary.  Her opera-length pearls were knotted between my shoulders and glided on my silky skin with my movements.  Mother would have approved.  She was the mold by which I’d been formed.  Remotely beautiful, seemingly untouchable, but always there was a hint of the whore.  Men had flocked to her.
     
    I’d even dabbed her perfume behind my ears—just so that I would feel as though she hovered, somewhere just out of sight.  A constant reminder that this privileged world I traveled in wasn’t mine by birth or through my own efforts.  I was here because my stepfather liked fucking his secretary. 
     
    “Let me tell Ham you’re indisposed.”
     
    Since his voice was perfectly even, I didn’t have a clue what he was thinking. 
     
    “I feel just fine, but thank you for your concern.”  I turned away my face to watch the door, knowing I couldn’t begin to keep my composure while our gazes locked. 
     
    His mouth tightened.  “Be careful around him, Harmony.”
     
    “I’m of legal age, Warren.”  I raised a brow.  “I’ll see whomever I please.” 
     
    “And if he wants to fuck you?”
     
    Shocked, I drew a deep breath.  “If I want him to fuck me, it’s my own business.” 
     
    The doorbell chimed. 
     
    “Don’t wait up.  I may be all night.”  I forced a smile and, with a little more sway in my step than normal, I made my way to the door.
     

     
    At midnight, I turned the key in the lock, trying