The Siren's Contract

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etrable look, as if I was nothing more than a tool. In all honesty, I should've been glad-I wasn't hired to win her over. But there wa

ail about her was carefully constructed, down to the way she barely looked up when she spoke, like t

-CEO of the law firm that had managed to wedge itself into Valeria's network of empires. H

I typed back, I'm here to work,

a smirk emoji an

every word Valeria had said. I'd get her to see me as more than just

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ering of CEOs and other overconfident men who thought a stiff drink and a h

g. He was leaning in, looking far too pleased with himself. I fought the urge to roll my eye

e tiniest hint of jealousy crept in, which I quickly squashed. I wasn't h

dn't stop g

on her lips as she excused herself from her admirers and walked over to me. My hea

blend of boredom and amusement. "I d

ither did I, until I realized it was a

at the crowd she'd just left. "

oks like they'd sell their soul

through the noise of the bar. "Careful, Mr.

y head, smirking.

rly enjoying herself. "And what

I said, leaning forward slightly. "You see

something sharper, more calculating. "A

t's why I'm here," I replied s

. Blake. Each one thinking he's the exception, that

ssion carefully neutral. "Gu

d. Then, she chuckled softly, as if I were some harmless toy that had just entertaine

, alone and burning with a mixture of frustration and fascination. I watched as every

t. And whether she liked it or not, I was goi