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f get into that position? And it hadn't even gotten her t

Letting his so-called friend use his laptop. The guy had found Jon's security access codes and used them to transfer money from one

ierge desk and a tall,

lp you?"

was inlaid with real gold. "I'm supposed to show you this," she said holding up the chip, "and give you this to return to Mr. Danner in..." S

a keycard. "Go to the first elevator and swipe this in the speci

e desk. "I'm just returning this." She started to step back, then

's desk rang and he glance

ed at her. "Yes, of course, sir." He

t took it reluc

ner said on the othe

...

my invitation to come up after I so gra

come up. I can le

to return it to me, rather than le

p in her palm. "Why do you

like to see

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up sweaty

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hard masculine b

with a man like him? D

into her. Intense des

coming, M

at his voice

uh...

ed up the keycard from the glossy desk, then t

p to her. When she glanced over her shoulder, she realized he was carr

ing the door for her. The concierge handed her the box and

It'll take you straig

ks. The man must th

-eyed women going all gaga wh

or counted off the floors on her way up

poker chip, very aware of the

llow last night. Dreaming of romantic esc

c, throw-me-down-and-fuck

ath, her arm rigid

the elegant penthouse. The cream-colored carpets were set a

Nice to se

ie. His gaze took in her simple, fitted dress. Floral, with a longer hemline than what she'd worn last night. It w

efully considered what she wore. Not wanting to give off the sexy

iatively taking i

nice. That dr

't intend to lose

f we wager anything tonigh

here to p

I invited you. But there a

r, like a panther

oached, along with her awar

e

ending her skin prickling as the hairs of her arms

make you a

you make me a

took it from her and set it on

me for the dress

the obvious reason of being a

ed. "Is that th

et. That I could get you out of y

widened.

ayers. He texted me when

took your w

nt him a

ut his phone and swiped across the screen.

a soft tone. "I would neve

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know what I w

"You're very

e not to play poker with you again." She

ave a proposi

suite. A wonderful aroma wafted from the silver covered plates.

e to set up the t

thank

d quietly walked b

inner," she said as she turne

an our

ou're inviting me

uld bring up her brot