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Get e of clothes I was, apparently, the only one with shaky legs and a raging libido I thought that would be better I wiped my hands on my jeans and pulled out my cell Sent Hannah a text that the asshole she called a boss needed new clothes I ignored the colorfully grouchy e to clean up the ht that would be better Ouch

First kisses could tell you a lot Ours told me that his sex appeal wasn’t limited to his looks Ours told me that any attraction I felt for Joey Plazen wasn’t returned

First kisses were often last kisses also

I used to think that I was hot Nabbing one of New York’s o But then Vic cheated on me And my track record ever since had sucked Between the thousand-dollar asshole and Joey’s reaction to our kiss--paired with zero date invites in the last year--I was failing terribly as a single in New York

Nothing was going right

"Hey, Nicole’s girl"

The first time he’d spoken to me since our disastrous kiss, and that was how Joey Plazen su his knee and whistling at , a juice in one hand, new shooting schedule in the other Teeks wasn’t long enough to heal the sting of that snub

"Hey!" I zagged right and heard him curse as he jumped over a mass of cords and tried to catch up I sed a s around and raisingout as he reached er in the blend

"Where are you going?" He tucked both hands in the front pockets of his jeans

An unexpected question I stared, taking ht To pick up Nicole’s cardigan "Wardrobe" I ed the word and took another sip Waited for hi--and when he stayed silent, his eyes roa over the concrete between us, I turned to leave

"Chloe" My name was a puff on his lips, and I heard the scrape of his shoes when he lunged after nored

"What do you want, Joey?" Because that’s what it was He wanted so on set with Joey, it was that every sainst the wall … that was just entertain to put o in check and killed any fantasies of a future between us

"You know, for an assistant, you sure do walk around with a stick up your ass"

WOW Whatever he was chasing me down for just

"Chloe…" When he closed his hand onin and holding on, his pull forcing me to stop I looked down at his hand

"Move your hand or I’ this juice all over it"

He lifted his hand and held it up in surrender "Chloe, please Let’s grab lunch I don’t have a scene ’til two"

"Why?"

"I can’t ask you to lunch?" He scowled, and I liked that I understood grouchy Joey It was the random spurts of friendliness and sexuality that unsettled me

"I can’t know your motives?" I suess he hated Fake Chloe as h Our names rhymed How had I never noticed that before?