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get her into bed?
    "I believe I understand. So you hired me because you were feeling lonely and vulnerable. Also, you were perhaps a little inebriated. But this does not 'add up,' as you say. If public humiliation was your problem, why not hire me to escort you to the wedding tomorrow? What we do tonight will be far from public."
    She shrugged. "I don't feel vulnerable."
    "But lonely?"
    "I'm a single girl at a Valentine's Day wedding where her ex is parading around his new girlfriend. I'd be inhuman if I wasn't lonely. Why am I telling you all this again? Do escorts get this kind of True Confessions thing often?"
    He gave her an unreadable look. "If you do not wish me to interrupt you, do not ask me questions. I find your tale fascinating. Please continue. I believe you were speaking of your boss."
    She had been. Talking about her boss in a way she hadn't, not to anyone but Colin, and that had ended up costing her the relationship. It was good to finally share all this with someone. So good that she was going to end up telling him everything. And why not? He couldn't tell anyone she knew, unless someone in the wedding party hired him tomorrow, and that wasn't likely.
    "So here I am at this rehearsal, and there they are across the room laughing at me. It's okay, though, I can keep it together. No problem. Hell, after three drinks, I've decided—" Here she raised a finger with each item on her list. "—a) they deserve each other, b) to leave the company, even though it means abandoning the people who depend on me, and c) that the waiter is flirt-worthy. I've got it under control. I even sort of start to have a good time, because the situation is so ridiculous, like a bad rotic comedy."
    The confusion quotation marks appeared between his eyebrows. "Rotic? I am unfamiliar with this word."
    "Oh," she explained. "That's 'romantic,' without the 'man.'"
    A hint of a smile lifted those devastating lips. "I sense you will soon say 'And then.'"
    He was far more intelligent than he let on. Between that and his amazing body, he must make a huge salary from his clients. "I'm kind of enjoying myself with a couple of the other girls from my old department, catching up with all the latest, when I see all their eyes widen in horror. So I know that Super Bitch is coming up behind me."
    Zaq rested his drink on his knee, but didn’t interrupt.
    "I'm ready for it when Super Bitch arrives with two drinks," she told him. "In front of half the wedding party, she hands me one and tells me it's called an 'Orgasm.' She tells me to drink up because she knows I've never had one before. Colin gives them to her all the time."
    Zaq had leaned forward in his chair as she spoke. Now he leaned back. "Ah. I understand. You had told your boyfriend things about yourself you'd never told anyone. You told him this as well. You have never—" Here he used a word she assumed was Arabic. Whatever it was, she knew what it meant. "—with a man. So you left the party and phoned for me."
    "Oh no," she said, just as calm now as she'd been then. "I stayed at the party. If I'd left, that would have just confirmed she was right. What I did was give her this look . Kind of a smirk, actually. With a little snort. I turned my back on her, did the shooter, and casually handed her the empty glass without breaking the conversation. I barely acknowledged she existed. I humiliated her without saying a word. Everyone laughed at her."
    Zaq’s lips twitched in amusement, but he didn’t give her a full smile. He waved his hand again, apparently giving her permission to continue. The cheap bling on his pinkie finger glinted in the light.
    "I expect to be fired as soon as she can trump something up against me," she said casually. "Or she might draw it out. Torture me for a while. Then, she'll take her revenge out on my clients, using the excuse to reset everything, creating as much human misery as she can."
    "So you stayed at the party until several others had left, then called for