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perfect.”
    The claim would have been outrageous if it hadn’t been true. As Bonita stared, Kat seemed to grow slightly taller. All the light in the room found her and worshipped her. Her hair curled around her proud shoulders in spectacular abandon. Every inch of her body was lean, tan and toned, which wasn’t fair because, as far as Bonita knew, she hadn’t worked out once this week—nor had they left the house.
    A slow, teasing smile curved Kat’s glossy lips. “Ready for your date with a movie star?”
    She nodded, slightly dazed at the transition that had taken place before her eyes. When it was just the two of them, it was easy to forget she wasn’t the only one in love with Kat. America also loved her, and Kat gloried in the admiration. Bonita ignored the sinking feeling in her chest, the one that reminded her she was leaving in two days. She wasn’t going to think about it—not tonight.
    The sinking feeling intensified, dragging her down, until Kat caught her hand and tugged. Joy replaced dread as their bodies touched, curves and bones instantly aligning. Kat’s hands moved over Bonita’s back, pressing her closer, erasing every space between them. She gasped as Kat caressed the diamond collar at her throat.
    “We’re going to play our game when we get home tonight.” Kat stepped back until the only connection between them was her finger stroking the diamonds at Bonita’s throat. Her mouth watered, her pussy throbbed and her breasts felt swollen to the point of pain. Her mind cleared, going blank. If Kat hadn’t hooked a gentle finger under the collar, she would have fallen to her knees.
    Her legs trembled as Kat steered her out the door. “Let’s not waste the champagne.”
     
     
    From the minute her driver had dropped them off at Hollywood and Highland, Kat had been going nuts. Bonita looked stunning in her dress—sexy and smooth, every hair in place, every smile correct. Her dress was elegant, but Kat knew how little Bonita was wearing beneath it. She had a delicious visual memory from the last few minutes they had spent in the bathroom, and if they had been alone, she would have made Bonita spread her legs for her again.
    But they weren’t alone.
    They were on national television, and in effect, they were performing, playing the role of platonic childhood friends having a girls’ night out. It was maddening.
    Bonita played the Hollywood social game as if she had been born to it, polite and witty, utterly convincing in her role of ingénue. She had completely charmed everyone she met, and the admiring glances she received from men and women were pushing Kat to the edge. No way were they going to the after-party at Canter’s Deli. When she found her arm around Bonita’s waist for the third time, she knew they had to get out of here.
    Fast.
    She didn’t want to admit it, but Herbie was right. She couldn’t do this. Not in public.
    “Let’s go.” She rose to her feet.
    Bonita tugged her back down. “Nope.”
    Kat frowned. “Are you having a good time?”
    “I’m bored stiff, but we can’t leave in the middle.”
    “Rule follower.” Kat got to her feet again. “Let’s get a drink. Excuse us,” she said to Marianna, her Proprietors costar, who gave her a knowing smirk and flashed Bonita a thumbs-up. Unease rippled through Kat, but it was too late to turn back. Might as well brazen it out. She’d planned to steer Bonita out the nearest exit, but maybe they should just get a drink and return to their seats. Marianna was notorious for spreading rumors.
    She glanced back at Bonita, who was making nice with everyone they passed. Henry Cavill didn’t make quite enough room in the aisle, and Bonita stumbled over his foot. His appreciative expression as he steadied her made Kat wonder if he’d done it on purpose, and she stifled a growl. Enough is enough. They were getting out of here before she did something she might regret, like tell Cavill Bonita was taken—by her—always had