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I snort, "If that were true, you wouldn’t be here telling me why you thought it was a good idea to arrange for me to marry a man you guys thought was the right choice for me."

"He is, though—the right choice.” Niko’s gaze moves past me. “Too bad, he seems to have moved on."

"What?"

I angle my head to glance over my shoulder and see him. What the—? It’s him, the jackass who’s occupied my every waking moment, and he’s with another woman?

Arpad f’ing Beauchamp looks tanned and relaxed. His dark hair is in that unruly mess I want to run my fingers through. He’s wearing a white button down, open at the chest. His shoulders seem even bigger than when I last saw them. Has he been working out? Probably been lifting that blonde bimbo who’s sitting next to him… Not opposite him, but in the chair next to him. Bet their knees are brushing right now as he raises his shot glass and holds it up to his date. She lowers her head, puts her mouth to the glass—to his glass, the one he’d touched with his lips—and takes a sip.

She coughs, reaches for her water and the bastard grins. He toasts her with the shot glass then downs it. Bet there’s vodka in there too. Asshole is sharing the drink I introduced him to? With her?

"Karina?" Niko’s voice reaches me, but I can’t glance away from the tableau unfolding in front of my eyes. How dare he do this to me? How dare he flaunt that…that floozy in front of me? No wonder I haven't seen him in a while. He’s been too busy getting his share of vagina from her, no doubt. Gah! Anger sizzles up my spine. I jump up, turn to go, when Niko grabs my arm again. "Sit down," he growls.

"B...but..." I sputter, "he’s with someone else."

"You walked away from him."

"Of course, I did," I spit out. "Thatmudakhad the gall to try to manipulate my life; he tried to get me to comply with his wishes without giving me the full picture."

"And if he had, would you have listened to him?"

I guess not.

A peal of laughter rings out behind me, a feminine one.Don’t look back, don’t.I glance behind, just as he feeds her some food from his spoon, before scooping up some food and bringing it to his mouth. He wraps his lips around the spoon, licks it clean, and my belly trembles. Moisture laces my core. Bloody hell, how can I be so turned on by him?

He lowers his spoon to his plate, then reaches over and whispers a strand of hair back from her cheek.

That’s when something inside of me snaps. I jump to my feet and stalk over to him.

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Arpad

"What the hell are you doing?" She slaps her hand on the table with such force that the cutlery jumps, the vodka bottle tilts, and I reach out and grab it.

"Would you like some?" I pour some into a shot glass and offer it to her.

"I’m not drinking."

"Funny," I twist my lips, "that’s not how it seemed to me the other day."

"That was a…mistake," she mutters, "I, uh, am not drinking again."

I stiffen, then peer into her features. "Are you uh," I clear my throat. Why the hell is this so hard to say? "I mean, are you… You know, trying to—"

She glares at me, then shakes her head.

I firm my lips. Okay so I can be a class-A dickass… You know what I mean, but even I know not to blurt out the question I have uppermost on my mind… Not in front of a third party.

"Have you met Diana?" I jerk my hand toward the other woman, without taking my gaze off Sparks’ sweet face. Shit, the way she narrows her gaze, the sparks in those eyes. Jesus, she’s gonna kill me and she’s not even aware of it. I part my legs wider to accommodate the arousal that already tents my pants. One glance at her, a whiff of her sweet feminine scent, and damn, if I don’t want to simply swing her over my shoulder and carry her out of here. Down, boy. Not yet.

I tear my gaze from her gorgeous features to turn to the other woman. "Diana this is Karina, my…uh…"

"His security consultant," she snaps.

"Ah," Diana glances between us, a frown on her face. "Would you like to join us?"

"Nope." She makes a popping sound at the end of the word. "I wouldn’t dream of disturbing your date."