ly slept t

h, the heat of his breath against her ear, the way his fi

it a

he couldn't tell

Damien Sinclair get under her skin. She had a mission, and no amount o

ed into the dinin

amien was

ng from a delicate crystal

ialite. Vivian, the woman who had been Dam

woman who wa

pushed it down, keeping her exp

n Sinclair. Not to care ab

glass and smiled-a sharp, practiced smile. "You mus

k. "Would you lik

stiff. I'm just... curious." She tilted her head, eyes gli

d into fists, but bef

watching her with unreadable eyes

, dragging a manicured finger along the rim of

owly. Ignore the

she murmured,

Vivian spoke again-sweeter

. "You wouldn't want to get

heart

yes with the socialite. And th

oft. Submissi

he said smoothly. "I know

in Vivian's eyes-s

away, retreating before she co

gaze burning into her

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idn't

whispered that Damien Sincl