The Devil's Embrace

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er out of my head. The feel of her soft skin under my hands, the way she moaned m

I've never been this distracted. Women don't stick in my mind

call one of my men. "Get me Jasmine's address,

y, boss,"

chair. What the hell is it about her? She's in my

e as ever in a tailored black suit. His piercing b

rway feel smaller. "You didn't call," he says, his

ween us. "Maybe I didn't call because I didn't w

into the apartment. "You're lying," he says, his tone dangerously calm. "

rength to fight back. "You don't know a

? Tell me, Jasmine-have you forgotten how you scr

ent, and I look away. "That ni

f it was such a mistake, why can't

se stare. "Because I don't owe yo

hen, his expression shifts. The cocky smirk

to argue," he says. "I ca

brow, skeptica

k slightly to give me space.

rk for you? After everything t

hly. "You're talented, Jasmine. I've seen your work. I

refuse, but the reality of my situation weighs heavily on m

no?" I ask, cross

until you say yes," he repli

e's not bluffing. Dante Knight isn't th

tight. "But this is strictly p

course," he says, though the gli

glancing back at me. "Be ready tomorrow morni

e standing in the doorway, wondering wha