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Before my brain could even think of a response, his hand was on my back again, and we were moving into the restroom. Once we were inside, I reached into my dress and turned down my microphone. The show allowed for privacy during bathroom breaks, so this was something I would normally do anyway.

He checked the stalls, each door unlocked and open. “Good. We’re alone.” He closed the distance between us, leaving less than a foot. “I know that won’t last for long, so I’ll be quick. Kendall, I’d really like to take you out. Not when there’s cameras following you or when there’s paparazzi tailing us. Just me and you, in a restaurant off the grid, where we can talk and get to know each other.”

I was sure the shock was registering on my face, his suggestion the last thing I’d expected.

“I’m sorry …” I took a breath. “I’m just a little surprised.”

“I can tell. Why?”

“I don’t know.” I glanced around the small room, trying to get my thoughts straight. “I guess I assumed this had something to do w