Satin Sinner - A Mafia Romance

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for being here at a

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calms me down. I feel posi

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st, I'd l

resting on the corner of the spice shelf over the stove. I'm vaguely aware of the displ

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it any longer. "Can you repeat your names

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nions. Tell me when they turn golden brown. Molly,

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sorry.

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an. He seems to prefer quiet whi

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something when we hear footsteps on the gleamin

he door. His eyes find me instantly. "

in surpr

ds. "

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not the kind of guy who

n the stock pot. Steam pours out, followed

utes then ladle out two spoons into each soup bowl. Once those onions h

ith a crisp nod. But her e

upstairs behind Yulian. "Was there something wrong

four. There was so much fresh seafood and so many choices. I have a tendency t

look over his shoulder. "Hardly. Those were t

ight.

brazen praise, I let him lead me through

k glass. But it's not enough to hold my attention when I set eyes on Anton. He's

, giving his brother a dismi

ed anything," Yulian says bef

that we seem to be alone. Then I reme

on a reality TV show. When I turn back to Anton, he gives me a lazy smile and starts wa

deck," I tell him, most

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s got my tong

apes were extraordinary, Jessa," h

ody instantly. "Thank you,

catering and one-time gigs. You should

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ers. "Less so for others." Then he offers me t

t's fi

Jessa." It's

f accepting the glass and placing my lips against the

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, staring at the

rignon. Good

ust be fucking joking. Because if I remember my wines course from culinary school co

hell is

and one questions, I just

s. I find myself wishing he'd do it more, if only to give me

sometimes," he remarks. "I though

or everyone on yo

nes that in

nteresting," I say, trying to cover my