Page 48 of Money Reigns

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Every breath she takes marks her asmine.

Warm. Soft. Completely at odds with the steel in her spine.

I count seven freckles on her left cheek.

Eight on her nose.

Three more, barely there, dusted across her collarbone where her blouse dips just slightly.

She doesn’t know how seen she is right now.

Her hands move to the keyboard.

Then pause.

“Your password?” she asks, glancing up over her shoulder.

I don’t move.

I don’t blink.

I just give it to her.

“Parker building, no space, capital P.”

She blinks. “Seriously?”

“Type it in,” I say simply.

A longer hesitation this time. But she does it.

My password.

Mypassword.

No one has ever had that. Not even my brothers.Not anyone.

It’s a small thing. A digital key.

But it’s hers now.

I watch her fingers move across the keys. Controlled. Light. Sure.

Dangerous.

She’s so fucking dangerous.

And she doesn’t even know it.

When the desktop loads, she clicks open the folder and starts scanning. She reads quickly; eyes sharp, lips slightly parted as she focuses.

I lean in closer, placing one hand on the back of the chair beside her shoulder.

She doesn’t flinch.

She just leans slightly toward the monitor, instinctively adjusting—making space forme.

Obedient.

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