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But I had no choice. We had a secret to maintain, and that was the path I’d chosen.

I wasn’t surprised when the guys had picked a table in the corner of the bar, a spot that allowed us to see the whole VIP section, Kendall and her costars and their entire production crew in the center.

It was fucking excruciating to watch her from this far away, seeing how goddamn beautiful she looked in that red dress. I couldn’t touch her upper thigh when the material rode high on her legs or squeeze that perfect fucking ass that I’d been thinking about nonstop since she’d let me fuck it.

I couldn’t whisper in her ear, inhaling her scent, feeling the softness of her skin against my lips.

I could only observe.

With my hands to myself.

And I had to make sure I didn’t flirt with her from all the way over here, so the producers didn’t pick up on any signs. Raising their attention was the last goddamn thing I needed.

So, instead, I drank, the waitress topping off my glass with the bottle we’d ordered whe