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Resisting Sin (Gold Diggers #1) – Episode Two
“Did you get a new job?” Hayley said. She herself hadn’t any luck finding part-time work. And it had to be part-time. She couldn’t afford to leave the job she already had.
Jenna gave a dismissive wave of her hand, before plopping down on a well-worn armchair. They’d picked it up off the street two years ago, where someone had abandoned it. “Nah,” she said. “I have something better.” She pointed her phone she was clutching to Hayley’s open laptop sitting on the coffee table. “You didn’t get my email, did you?”
“Huh?” Hayley felt a twinge of alarm. Jenna sent her an email? An actual old-fashioned email? Not Twitter or Facebook or any of a million other social media accounts she managed?
“Go on! Open it!” Jenna was bouncing in her seat. Obviously annoyed at her friend’s slowness in opening her email, she moved to sit beside Hayley on the couch.
“Okay, okay.” Hayley opened her email. “What’s this?”
“It’s an invite. I got it an hour ago. I’m allowed to bring a friend, although we have to pay for two tickets.”
“Sugar Rush?” Hayley scanned the email. It looked like some kind of party. For people looking for arrangements. “Is this a business networking thing?”
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“I thought you had a meeting,” she said.
“Cancelled.”
“Oh, then I guess I should -”
“Stay, please.” The imploring way he looked at her made her knees weak. “I told Benson you’d be here.”
She was quiet for a moment, then nodded her head. She leaned back in her seat and prayed for the program to begin.
“Thank you for coming,” he said.
“You’re welcome,” she said, trying to sound casual.
Please don’t ask me about what happened at—
“You ran out on me yesterday.”
Crap.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her eyes glued to the stage curtains.
“If you didn’t like crepes, I could have made you something else.”
“It’s not that.” She gripped the arm rest between them. “I had to get to work-”
“Shhh,” he whispered, his hand closing over hers. “We’ll talk later.”
Victoria was vaguely aware that the lights had dimmed, and the curtain was beginning to rise. All she could think about was Sebastian holding her hand. His four fingers were curled under her palm, and his thumb caressed the top of her fingers in an occasional slow, gentle stroke as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
She felt her body temperature rise, the awareness of his touch coursing through every nerve in her body. The fluttering in her stomach melted into a hot pit of need in her core.
She pulled her hand away from his grasp. READ MORE
