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AN'S

ass walls of Cassian's penthouse office, but not e

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d into the penthouse. The silence greeted hi

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nd spun around dramatically with a wooden

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ed-eyes widening

n froze

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he spoon in the sink. "Don't flatt

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d've bee

he was

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legs crossed, a bowl of pasta beside

dow, and looked out at the g

ed to a cold, handsome CEO

the only one w

, tied her robe tighter,

real ga

EXT M

hen Daisy came downstairs wearing a skintight wine-

ed an e

dressed

nt from the counter and

his cufflinks. "With who

eep your eyes off my chest, with Ma

ng at those little thing, have seen bett

jerk.She scoffed. "You p

wife doesn't make headlin

grin. "Then maybe you should

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walked out, leavin

smiled t