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The door clicked shut behind me, sealing the world of duties and responsibilities into the hallway, leaving me alone in the heavy, velvet-draped study. The air here was...

The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, a rhythmic drumming that matched the erratic thudding of my heart. It was late, far too late for a Friday, and...


The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the city noise and leaving us in a bubble of quiet luxury. Little LeAnn stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her...

She wasn't here to talk strategy; she was here to rewire my nervous system, and I couldn't get enough of her.
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