I knew I was in trouble when he brought me back to his apartment and she was there, waiting for us. Leaning up against the wall. Sleek, slender, sophisticated, exotic. She was polite upon meeting me, but quiet. He regarded her with a reverence and adoration I had not anticipated. It would have been easier if I’d hated her outright, but I didn’t. She was stunning. It was hard not to stare.