Seduced By The Enemy

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me, though I couldn't care less about her opinion on imported marble. I'm not here to ming

for "charity," no doubt to distract the pub

m, broad-shouldered, immaculately dressed in a black suit, hair slicked back with practiced arroga

I imagined. And ann

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necklace records the evening's background chatter. I only need one loose-lipped whispe

his eyes

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f from the group a

, h

to turn and run. But I stay rooted, chin h

away from me. His voice is low and smoky-more dangero

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my head. "But you're kind

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he reason dozens of families lost their jobs. The

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me

s around my wais

ng my nerves on fire. I let him lead me onto the dance floor, the

des away, just me and the m

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k with a polite smi

than before. "You don't belong here. Not really. Th

tly on my waist, and so

" I say coolly, "if you believe women

along my skin. "No. I think highly of myse

e's infu

attr

tingly at

take a tiny step back as applause ripples

voice drops a

ner with me

nk. "Ex

e flicks to my mouth. "Unless you're afraid of what

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in. "I think you're scare

forget the mic. Th

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ng space. "I don't mix

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can respond, disappearing

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feel like he's th