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Chapter 2

Word Count: 1240    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

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ens" could happen quite so literally. I thought that was the kind

m door closes on one chapter of my life, t

n I see him is, Damn

n the stall entryway is exactly h

ay suit pants, past strong thighs and a lean waist, grazing over how his white shirt clings to six very clearly defined abs, up to where the narrow V

he beginnings of a beard. A proud, jutting noise, cheekbones that Tom Welling would slay for, and eyes so blue th

The CW fucked up. Th

ut feel that girlish giggle bubbling up inside me. Same as twelve-year-old me felt when Supe

e say that out

ks like he's ready to com

ediately makes it click in my head that it was Russian he was speaking into the phone a moment ago. Thin, white

e long enough that I'm pretty fucking sure you have it all memorized by now,

ven daring to apologize in the first place. Then I remember that I am in fact in the wrong bathroo

, spit it out,"

nt. "You're kind

t's certainly not a meek, simpy apolo

ably

ry about the structural integrity of his broodiness if he even tr

sn't even begi

shole, at lea

olds out a hand. "Are you going to squat on that toilet like a g

close. I know some girls are into guys' hands, and I get th

h the easy, breezy, beautiful murder threat he i

f the male hand attached to the devil in the gray suit, I lower my

; I can do

ptly c

so I've put a lot of miles on these joints of mine, walking up avenues and down streets since I was old enough to put one foot in fr

an moves. He's fast and languid at the same time, and I c

tops me from concussing myself with my own pride. Effortlessly, without losing

gh, stays plas

n idiot," he says

o mock me and those eyes of his are gleaming in a mischievous sort of way-but

to cover it." I glance down at his hand, huge and sp

his hand away. The heat and pressur

," the man drawls. "Either that or you're the

augh. "I'm a professional spy, a

thick, dark brows arrowing

n his eyes comes roaring back to life. "I was

to let me breathe again. "You're a reporter," he repe

"The illustrious generosity of our fine host and his many important charitable causes, for wh

nd to realize that that's what passes for a laugh from

alk shit about Leander Makris, much less to a complete stranger. The ma

is that he'd dare speak so freely about a guy with more murder and racketeering allegat

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