d. But love, love

city like a throne of secrets. Inside, everything was precision, sleek s

been in

to make him

for distraction. His guards waved me through. His assistant offered a smile touched with

ded

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k of my heels soft against the Itali

mies who do

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give you a re

ension and weaving seduction. His body relaxed, his hea

r hand, I reache

pinhead. A transmitter with a week'

ng my hand across the back of his leather cha

e crevice of the headrest.

ain, and he tur

he whispered, eyes hooded with

have," I wh

were meant

tasted li

ng with the cold voices of business and betrayal.

through static, felt like

my career, I hated mysel

bug was in h

al wire was a