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after question at him. A few feet away, I recognize the party brothers from the pictures I saw from the last show. God, this family has some extraordinary genes.
    Logan joins me a few minutes later. “Ava, you look great.”
    “Thank you. Is the press done with you?”
    “Ah, if they had it their way, they’d never be done.” Shaking his head, he puts his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know why I’m always surprised that they can’t talk to our PR people and leave me and my family alone.”
    “Speaking of family,” I say as nonchalantly as possible, “where is Sebastian?”
    Logan raises his eyebrows. “He’s not coming. At least, he hasn’t told me he is.”
    My shoulders slump, and I try my best not to look too disappointed, but I’m not fooling Logan.
    “Did he tell you something else?” he asks.
    I give a noncommittal shrug and excuse myself, mumbling that I need to find my table. Why am I so disappointed? It’s as though he promised he’d be here.
    I was so eager to see him, though. I’m wearing lace underwear, like he asked me to. I mentally slap myself. I’m wearing the lace for me. I look for anyone else I might recognize, to take my mind off Sebastian. I spot the marketing department sitting at one of the larger tables, and wave at them. Martha sits with them. They are finally starting to warm up to her.
    I’m heading to them when I feel my phone vibrate in my tiny purse.
    I take it out, and my stomach jolts as I read the text message.
    There is a room to the left of the bar. Get inside.
    It’s from Sebastian.
    I drop the phone carefully in my bag, looking over my shoulder as if I’m preparing for a clandestine mission. Giddy with anticipation, I stride toward the bar, eyeing the door Sebastian meant. It’s flanked by a massive bodyguard, but he gives me a once-over as I approach and opens the door for me.
    “Get inside. Quick,” the man booms. Taking a deep breath, I glance over my shoulder one last time, then step inside the room. It’s small but elegant, with a tiny table with a selection of the food available outside for the guests. A champagne bottle rests on it, along with two glasses. A giant window on the wall overlooks the restaurant, but I realize at once, it’s a one-way glass. It looked like a mirror from the other side.
    Sebastian sits on a small couch. He rises slowly when he sees me. You’d think that seeing him in a suit every day would have prepared me for this, but it hasn’t. He wears an elegant navy suit, and wears it well. His hair still has that fuck-me look from this morning, and his entire appearance screams of masculinity and testosterone.
    “You look perfect,” Sebastian says.
    “You don’t look too shabby yourself.” I only realize I’m still standing by the door when he closes the distance between us and locks the door. His hand touches my waist for a brief second, and it’s enough to turn my knees to rubber.
    “Why did you lock it? You have a bodyguard outside.”
    “I wouldn’t want him to step inside at a bad moment.”
    He welcomes me in the room, pointing to the couch.
    “This is where I stay until the show is over,” he explains as I sit. “After that, the press will be asked to leave so the guests can enjoy the after-party.”
    “So you’re incognito during the show.”
    “I am. I told you before I don’t like journalists. Whenever they see me, they start questioning me about my private life instead of focusing on the company. It’s up to you if you want to be incognito with me.”
    “Why does that sound dirty?” I giggle, which I don’t do often. What does this man do to me?
    “I can make anything sound dirty,” he breathes in my ear, and I know this is a slippery slope.
    “Is that so?” My flirty tone surprises us both.
    “I’ll prove it to you.”
    He eyes my lips for two incredibly sensual seconds, but instead of kissing me, he brings the bottle of champagne. 
    “You should be sitting with your brothers at one of the