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I wasn’t special I wasn’t even--the reat But that look, that smile--it made me want to be more I s"

"Aweso his lips to ister?"

"Yeah" Imore "I’ll be there"

He walked off, and I stared down atit and just make a decision It o colors that sorabbed two samples and headed for the counter

55 She’s a Monet

Presa Little’s shoas at the Gagosian Gallery in Chelsea, the place for anyone to hold anything I debated for a good hour over what to wear, finally opting for a silk T-shirt dress that, paired with heels, worked as well for a cocktail party as for a forht, I smiled at the view--him in a suit A very nice suit, one his build filled out perfectly

"Nice threads," I"

"Thanks Ready?"

"If you are" His face was tight, and I felt rabbedokay?"

"Yeah" He s vans parked out front all day, s up and down our stairs, all with urgency in their steps Nothing like that to stressokay? I saorkers…"

He shrugged "A leak on an upper floor It was a beast to get to Sucked up the whole day"

Glamorous stuff, our conversation I nodded and stepped into the cab, double-checking my wallet for the tickets

"I should probably warn you about Presa…" Carter glanced out the , and I looked up at him, suddenly alert

"What about?"

"She can be territorial Aggressive," he corrected hi of adjectives, none of which matched the worldly ambassador I had pictured "Territorial? Over what?"

"She’s known irls I’ve dated in the past … she can co Protective"

"Like a ht