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The blonde groans in exasperation. “So you are…?”
“Japanese Korean. And a quarter Italian.”
“By way of where, Queens?” she tosses back. “Look, we can do this all day. But unless you have an invitation and a signed NDA, there is no way I’m letting you?—”
“Problem, Meredith?”
My throat clamps shut. My spine stiffens, and a heated shiver ripples through me at the sound of the voice.
His voice.
It’s not as dark and edged as it was last night. But it brings out the same visceral feelings and has the same effect on my body as it did last night: pebbling my nipples, making my pulse race, and turning my thighs slick as heat pools between them.
Slowly, barely breathing, I turn and lock eyes with the man who ripped out the darkest, most private part of me last night.
“Ms. Yamaguchi,” Gabriel growls quietly, his face neutral. “Was there something you needed?”
“I—”
“She’s trying to audition,” the blonde—Meredith, apparently—sighs.
Something between amusement and annoyance crosses Gabriel’s face. He turns his head toward her, frowns, then turns to me.
“Is this true?”
My lip retreats between my teeth before I nibble at it nervously. Then I clear my throat and hold my head high.
“It is, Mr. Black.”
One single brow on his stern, gorgeous face lifts.
“Give us a minute, Meredith.”
The blonde throws me a look before she whirls and stalks away. Gabriel eyes me coolly. It’s taking everything in my power not to shake.
He doesn’t know it was you.
He can’t. He’d have said something last night—more like yelled—if he’d realized the girl he had on her knees, hands bound behind her back while he fucked her mouth was his employee.
No. There were masks. The light was dim. I was wearing that silvery-lavender wig. And for much of it, I even had a blindfold covering my eyes.
He doesn’t know. But that doesn’t stop my heart from racing, or my thighs from tightening. It doesn’t stop my core from melting with desire.
Because it doesn’t mean that I don’t know.
“How did you find out about this, Ms. Yamaguchi.”
I swallow. “I?—”
“From a client?”
Shit.
“Christina Daniels?” he presses.
The wheels turn in my head. Lying is a great way to turn this situation from iffy to bad really fast.
So I don’t.
