The Billionaire Secret Obsession

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. He knew her name.

me?" she demanded

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ment?-crossed his face. "I'm offering you a job, Miss Hayes

eyes. "A job doi

fest second before he answered. "I need a

laugh. "And you trust me

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happened. But then she thought about the endless hours at the restaurant, the late re

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errands when necessary." His gaze darkened slightly.

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black car. The door shut with a quiet click, and wit

on the sidewalk,

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