Trouble in high heels

red into shadow and glass, the city shrinking away behind the tinted windows. Inside, Calla Rose sat rigid in the buttery leather seat beside Damien Rourke, the infamou

near the gear shift. She watched him, every inch the ruthless tycoon: chiseled cheekbones, tailored perfection,

e. "You know, I was actually joking about brea

hat the hell were yo

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room full of

ved me. That's

the engine and the tension cra

ound garage of a high-rise that screamed old money and sil

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ding her arms. "What

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ked. "Ex

ered. You're chaotic, but not stupid. You ch

to your lair to

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rol freak, and I'm a walking hurricane. W

as capable. But dull. I need some

nk I'm your

. After your little stunt, my company's stock jumped.

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nough money to rewrite y

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deny it. J

d run. But pride rooted h

onths,"

. You'll hate me. But you'll lea

ke your life a

into a dangerous

ext M

izes too tight on purpose. Hair in a flaming bun that dared anyone to comment. She swayed past security,

d steel. He looked up from behind his desk,

late,"

y unpredictable

uth tw

different phones, tasked with scheduling things that didn't exist, coordinating with

she kept

she fou

f her desk. No name. Just

know who h

omach

killing her, her hair was a mess, and her

her things, Da

y. That's a fi

in. "You'll have to

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ver this was, it was

Industries wearing a crimson power suit with heels high enough to be cons

d with caffeine and tension. The receptionist blinked at he

eplied, flashing her ID badge Damien

nd glass, stopping at a set of imposing double doors

the office and fe

urniture was minimalist, masculine, and expensive. A single abstract

red. His desk was too cle

he tried to open th

dn't

beneath the handle, wa

int scent of sandalwood and s

und. No cameras

it into her blazer j

in a navy suit and black shirt. His gaze flic

ssed for war,"

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nd downstairs. Marcy called

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okyo proposal deck, field two press calls about last night's photo, and canc

ng the tablet. "But I'

mused. "Welc