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I pull on my clothes, and then draw up my underwear and tuck my still half hard dick away. “Do not leave.”
She looks at me, defiant through that dazed, fucked within an inch of her life and loved every moment look that strokes my ego like it’s my cock. “And if I do?”
“I’m Hendrick Agnossio. You don’t think I can find you?” I pull my trousers up, but don’t bother zipping.
“Not if I don’t want to be found.”
“You underestimate me. I’m nothing like Jac.”
“You’re so wrong,” she mutters.
I narrow my eyes. “I take life and work seriously. And my life is my work. We’re nothing alike.”
“Christ, you’re a beautiful man. Pity you’re heartless.”
I laugh. “You don’t give a fuck about human hearts, Magdalena. They’re worthless to someone like you.”
“There’s the medical black market,” she says.
“Thinking of a career change?” I point at her. “Wait here.”
With that I go to the ensuite, turn on the light and shut the door.
Not one thing in here has been touched or disturbed. I go to the sink and turn on the faucet and lean on the edge of the vanity. I meet my gaze in the mirror.
I don’t look a fucking thing like what my reputation says I am. I don’t look serious, joyless, a man who lives to work and had a humor bypass years ago. And I don’t look like a man who slots pleasure into my schedule or lines up pleasure to do business.
Fucking hell, I look riled, wild, animalistic, a man who’s cracked open and let the things that snap and snarl in the dark out. I look like hot sex is my life. I look like I just fucked someone to the edge of our lives and want more.
I look like she did when I came in here.
Running a hand through the water, I wipe it on my face and through my hair, and then I turn the faucet off, zip up, and buckle my belt.
I told her to stay, but I’m wondering if she’s still there or if she’s dressed and hightailed it out. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I unlock it and…
Put it away again.
I’m not fucking calling Damon.
Let her run.
I open the door and step into the empty room. The door’s slightly cracked.
Magdalena and her dress and bag are gone. I assume she put the hot piece back on, then again…
Laughing, I shake my head. I wouldn’t put it past her to walk out fucking buck naked.
But if she did what I think she did, she got all dressed again.
I smile as I take the Yamazaki, then I sit at my desk, pour a drink and put my feet on the table as I lean back in my chair and down the contents.
I don’t even bother checking the safe.
Things are going to get very interesting.
SEVEN
MAGDALENA
