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His eyes thy pause ‘What happened in Vegas?’

Aiesha gave him a bored look ‘You don’t need me to tell you You read about it, didn’t you? Everyone on the planet read it’

‘I want you to tell me your version of events’

She looked at their joined hands, the way his tanned fingers contrasted with her paler ones He had strong hands, artistic and clever Hands that were trustworthy and honest Clean hands

Aiesha pulled out of his hold ‘He didn’t tell ain The fact that she hadn’t recognised Antony made her feel foolish and naïve That she’d allowed hiet close to her shaone up to his roo I had no idea he was married until his wife texted me’

‘How long were you involved with him?’

‘Not long’

‘How long?’

She hugged her arms close to her body ‘I had dinner with him a couple of times after my shift And no, contrary to what the press said, I didn’t sleep with him’ But she’d been about to, which made her feel even more of a fool

‘The press showed you leaving his room,’ James said

Aiesha bristled when she thought of how Antony had allowed everyone to think she was the one who had done so cast as the bad guy During her adolescence she had planted herself in the ative press, the , it showed the world someone was interested in her

But it was different now

Over the last few y She had beco She lived and worked in one of the busiest and most fun places in the world and yet not a day went past when she didn’t feel lonely and isolated and bored

She was tired of the negativity associated with her ie Her tell-all interview about Clifford Challender had come back to bite her as the press had unearthed her history as a home-wrecker

Now Antony had destroyed her attempt to make a fresh start He had cast himself as the victim, the poor, misunderstood husband reeled in by an opportunistic seductress But calling hiiven her track record—would have hurt his wife and two school-age children She had decided to disappear and let the dust settle instead