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. Footsteps.

racing, still in my ro

the

designer luggage-my luggage, from my closet-through the living room. On

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light. I already took care

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embled. He packed for me? He

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out of yo

calmly. "But we

trangers in

clothing is packed, your documents are secured, and yo

agreed to a

that low, infu

re the ring. You smiled for th

teeth. "I'm not

for now... you're mine to pro

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to the sleek black Rolls-Royce parked outside my

ca

n wears like lipstick b

er folder waiting for her on the center con

ed flight itinerary. A platinum AmEx in my name. An Italian cel

esitated on

ed it

iamond necklace so da

neath it in crisp, m

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r when you walk off the jet

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ed the

e car pulled up to a

n a row, security detail in black suits, and a matte

y heels clicking against the pavement. A uniforme

usy scannin

sn't

ours

inconvenient and somehow

oar

e that probably cost more than my old apartment's rent. A couch. A king-sized bed in the back cabin. S

me aboard. May I

red," i replied. "And a

dant smiled poli

r armchairs, glared out the wind

urled under me, playlist on, pretending this

nglasses. Calm like

e steps like he

inside, he didn't gr

f his sunglasses. And stared at me l

you obeyed

" I said coolly

aid dryly, handing his briefcase off to the

good he look

y own bag,"

d along the back of my chair to stea

left suitcase. I

in outrage. "You

ed the es

ore you touch someth

ugh for his lips to gra

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ifted int

rs Into t

mien sat across the cabin with his laptop, sleeves rolled to his forearms, reading som

that he hadn't t

he power. The ring on my finger and the neckla

look over the screen and

iting for me t

b

woul

ive him the

houlders, glared out the window into the

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