"When Steel Meets Silk"

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especially not the kind that walked

oth yet edged with author

ast to his world-poised, polished, and carrying an air of impatience. Her black designer dress hugged her curves, a

ed, his tone as rough as

rward, unfazed by his attitude

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d. "You haven't eve

e lifted the hammer and brought it down hard on t

er arms. "I don'

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t I need. It's not just an accessory-it's a centerpiece for my next collection. A h

d. He turned to her, meeting her ga

ring. "I want strength and elegance co

Strength and elegance. Steel and silk.

o be easily convinced. "S

a sleek business card. "You come highly recommended, Mr. Vanc

ut found none. She wasn't just throwing money at an id

, tucking it into his pocket.

smirk. "Good. Because I do

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nning a hand thro

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