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Dante scrunched his eyes and looked instantly serious.

Ivan held his gaze. “I want you to look into that woman, Annabella who Griska just hired.”

Dante smirked. “Look into her?”

He narrowed his eyes at him.

“She could be a setup of sorts.”

“A set up? Why would you think that? Because you were attracted to her? Hell Ivan, we all were. She’s strikingly beautiful, yet seems sweet and untouched at the same time.”

“There’s no such thing as an angelic playboy model. In fantasy yes but not reality.”

“I don’t know about that. Her body was exceptional, but her expressions, raw and vulnerable. An odd combination for a woman who also seemed composed and mature.”

“Exactly.”

“Ivan, you may be paranoid. I know it’s rare that you feel any effects of a woman just at the sight of her, but as I mentioned, we all felt it.”

He stared at Dante.

“Look into her.”

Dante squinted. Ivan held his gaze.

“She was in town today. Works at the café.” Dante’s eyes widened and a scowl formed on his face.

“Now you see where I’m going with this?”

“Yes, I do and I will be sure to take care of this personally. If there’s a problem how would you like it resolved?”

“Quietly and permanently.”

Chapter Four

“You look hot. Holy crap.” Louisa said to Annabella.

She smiled as she walked into the kitchen and her other friends made comments. Eve whistled, Alexa, Salena and Maggie looked her over with approval. She ran her hands along the burgundy dress that hugged her hips and fit her like a glove. The front dipped a little low but her thirty-six C’s filled it up and accentuated just a bit of cleavage. She was well endowed and it was hard

to find things that fit appropriately.

“Too much or totally like the assistant manager to an upscale night club?” She asked them and worried her bottom lip.

“Totally not too much. Could be a little conservative.” Louisa said to her.

“Conservative? Seriously?”

“Well, I’ve been to a few of the clubs in the city and women dress like they’re coming off the runway, or trying to land a modeling job.” Louisa added.

“Well, I’m not trying to look like a model, I’m trying to look professional and capable, and it isn’t easy when in the back of my head I have to think about outfits that look like something a model would wear, but that I can move around in. You know, in case I need to stop a fight, work behind the bar, climb up the ladder there to retrieve an expensive bottle of liquor, or protect myself.”

“Jesus, what the hell kind of joint is it?” Alexa asked her.

“It’s upscale, and classy, lots of professionals, wealthy people, and Russians. Hot ones.” Eve said and winked at Annabella.

Annabella rolled her eyes.

“Oh yeah, totally heard about the sexy hot criminal Russian dude. Damn girl, you really want to lose your virginity to a fantasy man.” Louisa teased.

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