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Mariah, the model next to her, studied Blair for a second. She was a beautiful woman by any standards, but perhaps not by Ethan's. He preferred blondes, and Mariah knew that; This would be your trump card.

What Ethan felt for Drake matched what Blair felt for Mariah. And seeing her in that seat, she remembered what Lana said. That would be just another indifferent sex.

"Always a pleasure" Blair repeated.

The woman felt a dose of shame when she remembered the moment she surrendered, freely and openly, because she knew he had already won the prize, all he had to do was take it. She looked at Ethan, fighting the butterflies in her stomach, but was disappointed to see that his hand was resting on Mariah's leg when he sat back down, not in a malicious way, but in an intimate way.

"Well, now let's go back to our table. See you later, Mr. Banks" Jean smiled before walking away.

Blair, on the other hand, turned and walked to the table nimbly. Dealing with the sight of Ethan touching another w