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There was nothing he could do. The bastard. The week had practically dragged by since our heated moment-since I found out about that horrid woman he had. MARIA. Maria Flores. Popular model in Italy, so I heard. Like Adam was. Two of a kind-they were perfect for each other. Where did I, a shy, lonely, and demure woman fit into the puzzle? I mean, how could he? I knew Adam and I weren't together, but I had a right to know that he was in (or was sort of in) another relationship! Especially when he made me feel so damn special, desirable and loved. Hell, I bearly knew the man! But one thing I should've known was that he was a lady's man. A casanova. I genuinely thought there was something there for a moment-and the way his black eyes softened and he looked at me vulnerably, confirmed that thought. It's amazing how love can easily turn into hate, and vice versa. I was seething with rage, and at the same time quivering with desire for him. His ability to control my feelings and thoughts was astounding, even when he wasn't there. Adam made me feel things no man ever had. Euphoria. Lust. And...pleasure. Guilty pleasure. The sinful pleasure you know you should avoid like the plague, but instead, you run back to it with open arms..and open legs.

I had done everything to avoid him- I didn't go to the photo studio. I didn't go out. Home was like heaven for me-because that's the only place I knew the devil wouldn't find me. Adam did not know where I lived-at least I never told him. Thank God. Hopefully it will stay that way and he wont magically find me, like last time. Knowing how wicked and sly he was, I figured it wouldn't be long. He called me-many, many times. All I rejected. A new message came from him everyday. One in particular really made me shiver.

"Bellissima. Answer me. I will explain everything. Besides, you know I'm the only man that has ever made you feel the way you deserve to feel. Don't lie to yourself."

Shit. How could you be so genuine yet cocky at the same time? What pissed me off even further was the he KNEW the effect he had on me. His claws were in deep already. Bastard. I stared up at the ceiling, lying across my bed. God, my face flushed just thinking about a bed. About that sexy man. He nearly had me-I was almost thankful Maria came in when she did. But a small part of me the- naughty, sexy part-wish she hadn't. Damn them both. Especially Adam. Those black eyes, that husky Italian voice, and godly body-

Like the shrill ring of a morning alarm clock, my phone woke me up from my thoughts-or fantasies rather. I looked at the caller. It was Jack.

"Hiya Jackie. What's up?"

"Eleanor. Its your best and most attractive male friend calling."

I laughed. "You are one clown, you know that?"

"Why thank you, miss. I was actually calling to see if you wanted to come with me to the Fashion Bazaar they're having in Venice tomorrow."

"Fashion Bazaar?"

"Yeah. Its a pretty big event. A regular fashion show of sorts. I was invited by a friend and they told me I can bring a plus one. You know I immediately thought of you. And I haven't seen you in days. How about it?"

Jack was right. I haven't seen him since the last time I went to the grocery store. I missed him. But a Fashion Bazaar sounds so incredibly overwhelming and crowded...too crowded. After all, you never know who may be there.

"I don't know Jackie...a Bazaar? Sounds so crowded and extravagant..."

"Oh, Eleanor. You've been in the house all week. It will inprove your mood too. Come on. You might like it, " Jack coaxed.

Oh what the hell. Might as well go, I decided. Its time for me to stop obsessing and moping over he whose name shall not be mentioned. It was time for me to go out and shine-looking sexier and more desirable than ever.

"Okay Jackie. Count me in."

"Perfect. Tomorrow at 7?"

"Sure. Thank you and see you then."

I hung up. Actually, now that I think about it, an outing like that sounded rather exciting. Now that I did except, my plan was to find something to wear-immediatelty. I was always so meticulous about my appearance. A lady should look her best, after all. I had a massive walk-in closet, and I worked hard to ensure it had everything I needed. And that it had. There was a dress I'd been saving. This one in particular, has slinky, shiny sequins, low cut, and was bright red. It was time to show up, like a goddess in all her finery. I was ready.

The next day, I sat in one of my favorite salons. They were closed really-but I persuaded the stylist...