Accidentally His: The Girl Who Trespassed

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ing. Midnight blue silk. Colette lifting Adeline's hair, pinning it with pract

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inish the

d and presumed to treat me as an equal. Tonight

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urge. Camera flashes cas

I've already set aside. Through the entr

e step

fingers press into her clutch, knuckles pale. Then she exhales, one

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nd my sternum. I scan eve

, unruly in ways that read as deliberate. Her stride confident. She pau

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catch every available light. Her voice doesn't drop

: this shou

trajectory. Society matrons cataloguing already, sharpening assessments. Vivian Soko

Her hand finds my arm,

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in some quiet café, not standing in

t lands somewhere I

ute in salute. The

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aws upright

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eyes full of questio

onds, attitude, and the particular cruelty of w

ep Adeline, inventorying flaws to discuss later

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ith rings. "How refreshing. And where

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intest suggestion of a smile. "She always

shford

is from the Water Lilies series? The brushwork is extraordinary. He painted these

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my mouth mov

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me t

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hem better th

an I want

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e holds her ground. Admits what she doesn't know. Asks intellig

uses them five minutes later. Thanks them with the sa

hat have no place in a

tructed world feel less significan

specific brand of ruthlessness that even I respect. Fifteen years of knowing each oth

ts. Her eyes move across Adeline with the focus she bring

ing a business. Small ri

small. What mak

onfidence reads as arrogance.

shift forward. Adeline an

lift at the corner of her mouth. "Ask m

s. A smile crosses he

mig

he's either genuinely clever or genuine

ssolving into the c

up at me. "Wha

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ques

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done a lot of

reason herself out of it. My hand settle

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bars. I adjust my grip, hold h

f at first, fig

houlders, the beat finds her, and she stops thinki

r than I ac

erate glances, past the low ongoing comme

essed together in concentration. Chandelie

ing understated against the wall of heavy designer fragrances

aws a

en us narrows.

is visible at her throat and my grip has drifted

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rformance smile she's been us

usic

us moves

rtips press at her waist. The mo

tra. For the dancing. For what

e is flushed. My breath

ound us have ch

re stopped five times before reaching the bar. More introd

ithout retreating. Listens in a way that makes people feel

be this effo

s us once more. She's leav

mine in the European wa

'll

ivian, that is a

exit as quiet

a yawn badly. F

watch. "W

isappointmen

r four hours in heel

now I'm not u

urling in them for the

, unprepar

f the moment the door closes, tucks her legs benea

ly, then looks back at the skyline. "Four hours and nobody trippe

ight. All geom

you," s

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ng me drow

hat dress again, or recall the specifi

ed it. You man

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presses somewher

front steps. Graffiti layered over olde

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ent in bare feet, heels in her oth

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Watch her climb those worn steps. Midn

the door. Rai

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