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tel, where Adrian Hayes was staying for the next few weeks. The place oozed luxury-marble

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d. When the doors opened to a penthouse suite, she barely masked her surprise. The space was breat

n she s

black T-shirt and dark jeans, he looked every bit the rockstar he was. His tousled dark hair framed

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her skin. "I'll be writing the tr

uth is subjective, sweetheart. Espe

ted her teeth. This was

ppeared. "Adrian, you ha

oming with me," he said, f

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reminded herself why she was here. This wasn'

about t

e tried to unsettle her,