POV – The Dress, The

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He hated waiting. Especially when he knew *she* was going to be late. S

were alre

ass of red wine like he owned the place. Beside him, his latest protégé, some upstart designer who'd been m

et weapon, his muse, the woman who could disarm any man w

the hell

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start without me. Lo

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She loved making an entrance. Loved keeping him on edge. It was part of her charm-t

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nversations stuttered. Glasses hovered mi

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w breathtaking she look in it - it hugged her curves like it had been painted onto her skin. Blood Red

worn

one it to *

swaying just enough to make his jaw tighten. Every man in the room was sta

ere locked

liding into the seat b

lips brushing her

ed. "You

d help him

ross the room, his gaze sharp. "Manny. I

from her. "Some things

took a slow sip of his whiskey, her lips leaving a

s name was-was staring openly now. Man

door open

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ke. And, as of recently, Vincen

e, her dark hair slicked back, lips

Then, slowly, on the way Manny's hand had u

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g toward their table. "What

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