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Tor watched Nikki from the shadows of the set. He’d returned from his tailor’s early, refusing to admit he didn’t want to leave Nikki alone with Creed for too long.

Fairly certain Nikki couldn’t see him beyond the bright lights, he took the opportunity to observe her with unguarded appreciation. She was beautiful, more so since she’d been fluffed and folded into a grade-A model. He loved her new hairstyle. When she struck a suggestive pose and smiled at the camera, his jaw clenched and unclenched, his groin tightening with yet another bothersome erection. Was her smile for the sake of the shoot or for Creed?

She spun and looked over her shoulder and images from his dream flashed through his mind. He and Nikki in the elevator. Him taking her from behind. The memory gave him pause. Was it a memory? The vision was far too vivid. Had something actually happened between them?

The last thing he remembered clearly was excusing himself from the table. Doubt swirled around him, but he pushed it aside. Surely Nikki would have said something? He remembered the way she’d looked at him this morning, hopeful. A heavy weight settled in the pit of his stomach. Had he made love to her in a drunken stupor and then couldn’t remember anything that happened this morning? He tried to replay the night’s events, but his head began to ache.

“What did you do, Toraos?” he muttered to himself. Gone and screwed up a perfectly good work situation?