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Insolent. Instead of offering her the chance to play Debajo, I could’ve let her languish in the obscurity she brought on herself.

And she’s repaying me with insults.

When her lips twitch in a smirk, a jolt of lust snaps down my spine.

I said I wanted to bring her peace.

I take it back.

I want to shut up that mouth that delights in insulting me, my cock, and the empire I’ve built. To watch those dark eyes cloud when I shove her back on this table, drag the denim off her legs and make her explode on my tongue.

It’s the first I’ve wanted a woman this powerfully in months, the first I’ve pictured what it would feel like to take my pleasure alongside hers.

But it’s attraction.

Meaningless. Harmless.

It won’t control me.

I reach across her for the mug. The next sip I take is better than the first. “No. Thank you.”

“For what?” Rae shifts back in her seat, wary.

It’s my turn to grin. “For the coffee.”

I head for the stairs, sandwich in one hand and mug in the other.

She’s still growling when I reach the top step.

8

HARRISON

Security at Debajo is surprised to see me twice in four days.

I make my way to the private balcony, waving off the offer of a drink. After the week I’ve had, though, I sorely want one. Between meetings and business dinners, plus an overnight to London, I’ve barely been home enough to confirm the villa still stands. But today I did my business, worked out, put on my suit, and here I am.

In fact, I have a plan to advance my business agenda that will happen this weekend.

I told Rae to take her power.

It’s about damned time I did the same.

The man who’s been avoiding taking my calls about his club can’t avoid me any longer…

He’s hosting a charity gala at his home, and I’m invited.

On my way in, I checked the door with Leni—lower than Thursday.

I shouldn’t be disappointed. There was no earthly reason to believe a twenty-something woman could do what my PR team couldn’t.

I’m listening to the opening DJ and entertaining a group of visiting businessmen from Australia in my booth when my phone buzzes in my pocket.

The letters blur at the sides as my eyes adjust in the dark.

Ash: Where are you?

Harry: Debajo.

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