aring her for the night. Lavender-scented oil diffused into the air, and soft, classical music playe
et, Kelly sighed at the rows of pale, silk nightg
ty, simply smiled at Kelly
did a final check of the room's security system, e
shut, Elsie's smile vanished. The silence that f
pastel silks. She pressed a finger against a discreet panel hidden in the woodwork.
completely dif
a Perla, Carine Gilson. Gowns of the finest Lyon silk and lace, purch
so fine it felt like a cool whisper
snow-white skin and innocent face of a sheltered heiress, contra
ig deeper into the life of Duke Blake. This time, she bypas
string of famous girlfriends, no scandals. Every report, every
estroyed. "He's not a man. He's a high-function
he felt. It was a t
lator had a flaw in its cod
was her secret income. For years, she had been anonymously selling jewelry d
ometric cufflinks. She began to sketch, transforming the hard, masculine lines into a soft, winding bracelet, a golden vine that wo
a skyscraper in Manhattan, Duke Blake was endi
l. The glittering lights of the city spread out below
James Moran, stood s
ot, taken by a private investigator. Elsie Sutton, sitting in a garden, reading a bo
like this, meticulous
l. "The final background check on Miss Sutton
idn't
hesitation in his voice. "There are several transactions, ro
readable. He picked up the photograph, his thumb
nstead, the corner of his mouth tilt
aid, his voice
easure. He had thought his boss was acquiring a pure
in his desk. His expression was once ag
nce," he ordered. "Ensu
rom the outside world. Not from
und rather..
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