avy silver pen between his fingers. The faint scent of her floral perfu
eo poked his head in, a wid
nging them to your workplace now? I have to say, I'm impressed. T
to his desk with a sharp clatter. A cold smile, th
mth. "She thinks she can use me as a weapon against him
l, man. Playing with people
"I'm merely observing a predictable, if ambitious, move from
sation was over. "Your funeral.
ly thanks to the ice and rest, allowing her to wear a low-heeled, elegant black boot with a discreet ankle brace hidden underneath. She chose a simple, elegant shea
n known for its Michelin-starred pastry chef and exorbitant prices. The
n art deco lamp. He was out of his white coat and in a perfectly tailored dark gray suit, looking every bit th
d a radiant smile on her face, and walked towa
sliding into the leather seat across
. It wasn't a look of admiration or desire. It was an appraisal, as if h
aid, placing his phone
sie tried to fill the silence, launching into a light, breezy an
her, his expression blank, before letting his gaze drift
l stiff, painted on. She took a sip of water, the cold liquid doing little to
phone vibrate
his expression, a softening around his eyes that she had
replaced by a warmth, a gentleness that was utterly disarming. "No, I'm not busy... Of c
familiar. He was a different person on the phone. Patient. Indulgent. The cold, arrogant
s if a switch had been flipped. The mask of
eyes focused
to keep up this charade?"
r off guard. "I-I don'
s damsel in distress act. The calculated seduct
reached a hand across the table, a desperate, instinctive g
her touch might contaminate him. The look
in the booth. His face was a
d, his voice low and brutal. "You
et, and extracted a crisp hundred-dollar bill. He tossed i
aid, the words drippi
ushed open the glass door and disappeared into the stream of anonymous faces on the New York sidewalk, leaving her

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