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and I say a silent prayer for him. He needs this to go well. Better than well.
    I watch the two men greet each other. Flynn is in his element now as they have a brief exchange. I love watching him work, his cocky stance commanding the room. He’s earned the right to be cocky though. His food is proof. That and his phenomenal face. Flynn leads Rhys and the three people with him to the chef’s table. Nearly everyone in the restaurant watches them. I’m positive most foodies in New York know exactly who Rhys Camden is.
    Realizing that I’m right in his sight line, I grab my coat and start to walk up to the front to get out of the way, but then I hear Flynn call me. Slowly, I approach, barely able to walk. Rhys’s face is so… damn. His hair is thick and deep brown. It looks like it would be amazing to touch. As I get closer, his chocolate brown eyes watch me, and a perfect smile plays on his pouty lips. From a distance, he’s attractive, but up close, Rhys Camden is fucking hot.
    “Mr. Camden wanted to meet you,” Flynn begins. “This is Brooklyn—”
    “Brooklyn Ames?” Rhys says. “Right?”
    “Yes, that’s right,” I confirm.
    “I’ve heard of you. One of my associates goes to your studio, I believe. You own Ame High Fitness, correct?”
    Rhys fucking Camden knows who I am. “Yes, that’s right. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Camden.”
    “Please call me Rhys.” He stands and extends his hand to me. “And the pleasure is all mine.”
    I’m aware of the many sets of eyes on me right now, from Flynn to Rhys’s dining companions. “Well, I should go.”
    “Why don’t you join me?” Rhys asks.
    “Oh, no. I was just, um, well, I…” Pausing, I look to Flynn for help. What the hell am I doing here?
    “Brooklyn just stopped by to wish me luck tonight,” Flynn explains, oddly putting his arm around my waist. He never does that.
    Rhys’s eyes follow the movement, then a smirk crosses his lips. “I see. How kind of you.”
    I smile and nod, trying to move away from Flynn, who makes no move to release me.
    “I’ve eaten here a lot,” I explain.
    “I hear I’m in for a treat tonight,” Rhys says, turning to Flynn. “I’ve received numerous requests from my many followers that I should come here. You should feel proud.”
    Flynn bows his head slightly. “It’s an honor.”
    “Hopefully you still feel that way when the night is over.”
    “I plan to do my best for you tonight.”
    Rhys nods then looks back at me. “You sure you won’t reconsider?”
    “Reconsider what?”
    “Dining with me.”
    “I don’t want to intrude on you and your friends.”
    “These people are not my friends. They’re my staff.” He smiles and it’s incredible. “I could use a friend.”
    “That’s nice of you, Rhys, but I was planning to, um, work on a new routine tonight.”
    “Surely you need to eat.” His eyes roam up and down my body. “Even someone so fit needs food, no?”
    I look up to Flynn, who finally releases me and offers a stiff smile. “You should stay.”
    I’m officially out of excuses. I know this isn’t what Flynn wants, and frankly, even though Rhys is the human equivalent of a dessert buffet on a cheat day, I find it awkward to eat with him knowing he’s reviewing the restaurant.
    “I insist, Brooklyn,” he adds, making it impossible to decline.
    “Well, if you insist.” My eyes shift apologetically to Flynn who nods in defeat. “If you don’t mind, I’ll be right back.”
    “Certainly,” Rhys says.
    “I’ll be out soon with your first course,” Flynn offers. As we disappear in the kitchen, I grab Flynn’s arm.
    “I’m sorry, Flynn. I don’t know why he wants me to stay.”
    “You don’t?”
    “No.”
    “Because you’re beautiful, Brooklyn. I told you that dress was stunning. He wants you.”
    “No, I’m sure that’s not it.”
    “I saw how he looked at you. That’s exactly what he wants.”
    “I didn’t know what to do but accept. I didn’t want to anger