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Chapter 2 N2

Word Count: 1141    |    Released on: 09/09/2024

essive, an elegant arrow of

side of the revolving doors adorned with copper frames was equally impressive, with f

the office. They still arrested me, without doubt because I was very poorly dressed, but then they le

ney from door t

tifully groomed brunette grabbed her purse on a turnstil

the marble and rolled m

ee it. I grimaced in sympathy and I crouched down to h

id, giving me a qui

"No problem. I'

n I came across a luxurious pair of black oxfords draped in pants cust

of my hot buttons, but it was the tall, powerfully lean body inside that made him sensational. Yet, as hot

Just

Struck by all this exquisite masculinity

changed in the

scorching force of will that sucked the air from my lungs. Magnetism intense that it gave o

Inky black hair framed a breathtaking face. Its structure bone would make a sculptor cry with joy, while a firmly engraved mouth, apointed nose and intense blue eyes made him savagely magnificent. His eyes wrinkled slightly, his featu

good. No cologne. A body wash, maybe. Or shampo

displaying onyx cufflinks

t was electric, sending a discharge into my arm that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. He d

you o

tter. This made me think about sex. Extraordinary sex. I thought for

me with him. We maintained contact visual because I was unable to look away. He was younger than I was believed

rope tied my waist and he s

.. exciting. He was the type of guy who made a woman want to rip her shirt off and w

sly expensive and I thought of

realize I'd left fall, freeing me from this provoc

omfortable when he was so completely master of

– still had a once disturbed my balance. He held my gaze as he stood

clumsy in front of the most confident and gracious man

he woman who had emptied

o had helped her; then t

coins I had collected, but her gaze locked on the go

over and threw the chang

h

king at me theneven as the brunette gushed with tha

y hel

r. "Can I have my

fingers touched mine, sending this charge of consciousness back into me. "Thank you," I

eath of million-scented New York air of di

g and I saw my reflection in the windows impeccable tints o

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