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  If I reared back it would seem like I had feelings that I didn’t. That I couldn’t. So I just sat there, practically nose to nose with him, trying to think of something witty to say. The problem was suddenly, I couldn’t remember how to speak at all.

  I looked into his evergreen eyes, as wild and untamed as some lush, exotic forest. Flashes of gold swirled in and out like some vibrant bird, beckoning me to come closer. To explore. If this was a movie, I knew exactly what would come next. An impassioned, powerful kiss and he would pull me on the table, his hands pulling off my clothes as his mouth made promises of the delights to come.

  I slid back a fraction of an inch and gave him a noncommittal shrug. “They’re alright.”

  He held my gaze for a minute more before he released me, leaning back in his seat. “Just alright, huh?”

  “I mean, I can see why some women would be into it,” I said, trying to maintain my indifference. “The intensity or whatever.”

  “But not you?”

  “I have a boyfriend,” I said pointedly. “So as a general rule, I don’t go swooning over other guys.”

  Finally, he cracked a grin. “Fair enough, Leila. Fair enough.” He lifted up his empty mug. “Want another?”

  “Sure.” I reached for my clutch but he stopped me, insisting that he pay for it. I went rigid, looking at his hand covering mine. He retreated almost instantly, already halfway to the counter by the time it registered that this was becoming more and more like a date.

  Cade came back, balancing two mugs and a couple of pastries. “I went ahead and got that second shot for you,” he began. “And I hope you like whipped-”

  “Actually, I forgot that I had something to take care of in the office,” I said, making sure I didn’t make eye contact as I stood up, stumbling a little in my hustle. When he tried to steady me I recoiled from his touch. Now I couldn’t help but look at him and I saw a mixture of confusion and hurt.

  “Is something wrong?” he asked.

  “No, I just have things to take care of.” My voice sounded phony, pinched and too high, but I didn’t have time to care. I just needed to get out of there, STAT. “Thank you so much for the coffee. Take care, Cade.”

  This was a mistake, I thought, barreling toward the door. A horrible, terrible mi-

  BAM!

  I ran into a man standing a few feet from the door. I opened my mouth to apologize but gasped instead when a camera fell from his jacket and clattered to the floor. Our eyes met and a sinister grin crept across his face.

  “Just wait until the world finds out that Cinderella is cheating on her prince."

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