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Chapters (29)
  1. Outmatched
  2. Also by Kristen Callihan
  3. Also by Samantha Young
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-One
  25. Twenty-Two
  26. Twenty-Three
  27. Epilogue
  28. Acknowledgments
  29. About the Authors

The muscle in his jaw flexed as he turned his head toward the doorway. I reluctantly followed suit and saw my sister standing there, lips trembling with laughter, eyes averted.

Oh my God, someone kill me now.

“Uh, your boss and Fairchild are looking for you. I’ll tell them”—laughter bubbled in her words—“you’ll be out in a few minutes.”

The door closed behind her and with it a cold, hard splash of reality.

I saw it on Rhys’s face.

“Shit.” He pulled away from me in every way, and my body protested at the deeply empty, unfulfilled feeling. “Oh fuck.”

Hurt by the raw regret on his face as he got off me, I scrambled to push the hem of my dress down. I lowered my gaze as I swung my legs off the sofa, unable to meet his eyes.

“That shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry. I was pissed at Fairchild and you were acting—”

He cut off when I scowled up at him. “Acting like what?” I said.

Rhys glowered. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know how you were acting.”

“I don’t know how I was acting. Enlighten me.” I stood and crossed my arms over my chest, feeling the burn of unsatisfied lust heat my temper.

“You know how you were acting.” He dragged his gaze down my body and back up again in a way I did not like. “But you certainly forget all about that when I put my hands on you. Fuck, sweetheart, you light up so hot, I was just along for the ride. You like that for your society boys, or does slumming it get you off?”

Pain flared in my chest, an ache so deep I stumbled back from him, ignoring his flinch.

“Parker—”

I held up a trembling hand, glaring at him so hard, it was a wonder his head didn’t explode from the power of my angry, angry mind. In fact, I was so furious and so hurt, I couldn’t speak. I strode past him, sliding my hands down my dress to smooth it, before turning my attention to combing my hair into some semblance of order.

“Tinker Bell—”

I whirled around just before I got to the door, not caring at the remorse I saw written all over his face. “Go fuck yourself, Rhys.”

Instead of the surprise I thought I’d see on his face, I saw something else. A glitter of light in his eyes as he moved toward the steps that would lead him up to me. “I think we both know I’d rather fuck you.”