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her a look in the rearview mirror. "Ain't my fault folks forget

r. The Obsidian Group project could make or break her reputation at Carter & Pier

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ouble. Tell me you're not

notes, and borderline-inappropriate flirting, and this man still clocked her like no one else. Th

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more than her rent. Dark skin gleaming under the elevator lights,

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the elevator wall, arms crossed. "To

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snapped it shut. Damn him.

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set up her presentation. Four years of secrets. Four years of *things she'd told him*-a

oking like sin in a sui

chard prompted.

t. W

onalism she had left. The Obsidian Tower redesign was her baby-

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cinating. Tell me, Ms. Ahmedi-" His tongue flicked over his

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cheeks

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ing hers, "I'd love to discuss these plan

't a re

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AM – The Li

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dian's portfolio,

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arms. "We need

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