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had more music and scenery in it than the book." God, what a stupid thing to say. Of course it had more music and scenery in it than the book! It's a movie. "I mean, you could actually hear the music."
    Luckily, Chase is nodding. "I know what you mean. And yeah, that was one of the more well-done Bowker films."
    "Did you get to go hang out on the set?"
    "Of course. I do at all my movies. But Spain, I mean, come on. I didn't want to leave."
    I wonder if that was because of the actress who played Bryce Bowker's love interest in that movie, that one with the Grecian goddess name. I open my mouth to ask Chase if the rumors were true that he dated her during the filming, but think better of it. Do I really want to know? And besides, who hasn't he dated? Normal people. Average people. Just red carpet walkers and catwalk strutters.
    Chase might just be reading my mind. "I liked shooting in Spain because we weren't bothered as much. By the paparazzi, that is."
    "So you gave them even more reason to hound you by dating what's-her-face?"
    Oops.
    "Touché," he admits, giving me a you got me smile. "But, it's funny. I never really liked that whole scene much."
    "So someone held a gun to your head and made you date famous women?"
    Chase laughs. "I guess I got swept up in the glamour of it. I kept thinking it could all go away in an instant. And those women? Like Athena?" Oh, that was her name. "There wasn't a thing on her that was real."
    Yet he was still with her, and for how long? I just grimace a smile at him and sip my wine. It really shouldn't bother me who he's been with or how long they were a thing.
    "That's why you intrigue me," he says slowly.
    I intrigue him? My bell warms again, and this time the heat settles a little lower between my legs. "How?"
    "You're different." He sets his goblet down on the coffee table and stares at it like he's asking it to help him form a sentence. "You're authentic," he finally says.
    "Well, yeah. I can't afford plastic surgery."
    "You don't need it. You're beautiful without even trying."
    There's no way I can stop the blush that sweeps over me this time.
    "And I'm not even just referring to physical authenticity. You have a genuine air to you that follows you around. Like, this 'No BS' vibe, while still being nice. You're like the girl next door, but you don't take shit. I could take you home to my mom right now and she'd love you."
    "She didn't love Athena?"
    "Hated her." He rubs his hands on the knees of his jeans and tilts his head at me. "But then, I've never let my parents dictate how I live my life."
    The silence hangs thick in the air. I don't think he meant it as a jab, but it feels like one. Or maybe it's because I inwardly jab myself whenever I think about my parents and what I'm doing.
    "I need more wine." Chase gets up and brings the bottle to the coffee table, refilling his glass. His strong biceps flex under the material of his t-shirt, and the ache between my legs intensifies. I shift on the couch and avert my eyes from his muscles.
    "Tell me," he says, sitting back down. "What would your parents say if they knew you were interviewing for my class?"
    "They'd ask if it was an elective." I decide to leave out what they'd say after I told them it's not an elective.
    "Is it business school or nothing with them? What's their story? Let me guess, at least one of them is big in some Fortune 500 company."
    I nod. "Kind of. My dad co-founded True Threads." I glance down at my fleece jacket with the TT emblem and roll my eyes at myself. Why couldn't I have put on my North Face?
    "And your mom?"
    "She had zero professional ambition, so she focused on her goal of marrying my dad."
    "Ah. So she's a businesswoman, too."
    I laugh. "A different kind, but yeah."
    "That must be where you get your tenacity." His eyes are on me, his gaze unwavering, and I shift again in my seat and take another sip of wine. I’m so thrown by him. Just his presence is unnerving.
    "I'm sorry to say it," I begin, feeling