Taming the VIP Playboy / Promoted To Wife?: Taming the VIP Playboy. Katherine Garbera
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her. She sat down on the bench next to the water feature and let the scents of the garden surround her. The sweet smell of jasmine mingled with the scent of hibiscus in the air. The sound of the water flowing in the fountain soothed her troubled nerves.
She took a sip of her coffee and then set it on the ground at her feet before she opened the paper. The Miami Herald didn’t have anything as lurid and gossipy as the New York papers but they did have a society page owing to how many celebrities made South Florida their home.
The picture was … she looked away and then made herself look back at it. Nate had his arm around the other woman and she was laughing and looking up at him. The same way that Jen had looked up at him. She’d been pressed to his side and she knew the weight of his arm on her shoulder … knew how it felt to be that close to him. And this hurt.
She tossed the paper aside and picked up her coffee mug. She walked around the garden wondering what to do. Alison had said that men who were fun liked to have fun. And that the only way to be successful in that kind of dating situation was to realize it was all about fun.
But to be honest, Jen had no idea how to do that. She wasn’t a fun girl. She wanted it to mean something that she’d had sex with him. And that they’d talked about their pasts. She needed it to mean more than just a bit of fun.
And that wasn’t Nate’s fault. It was her burden. She was the one who’d been impulsive and jumped before seeing where she’d fall.
This was what her sister had tried to warn her about. But there was no way that she could have heeded that advice. There was something seductive about Nate. It wasn’t just the sex, though, that had been earth-shattering. It was more the man behind the image.
If he’d just been the charming playboy then she’d have expected this, but he’d seemed to be more than that. Now she was going to have to deal with the fact that he’d moved on. That was what he did.
She took another sip of her coffee. She couldn’t hide away here or even quit and try to find another job. There weren’t that many high-level clubs that needed Latin dancers. She just wasn’t going to find another job like this and she didn’t want to leave her home again.
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