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CHAPTER SIXTEEN ANDREW I opened the car door for Becca, and she stepped out, giving me a nice glimpse of her gorgeous legs. She wore a short black dress and heels, and it was impossible to look at her without getting hard. Her red lips and curled hair made her look like a classic beauty tonight, although I still thought she made one hell of a sexy bad girl, too. I’d meant what I said before—I liked both versions of her. “Fancy,” she said, gazing at the restaurant, my favorite steak place in Dallas. “Are you trying to impress me, Mr. West?” “Definitely.” I handed my key to the valet and took Becca’s arm with a smile. She moved close, and I led her through the door, enjoying the way it felt to have her at my side, like we were an actual couple. The scary thing was, I found myself actuall
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