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However, by a mischievous twist of fate, she saw the man leave the room and walk with long steps to the elevator. He was a very tall man, with a strong physique and broad shoulders. His tuxedo looked perfectly aligned, except for the three buttons undone.

And, contrary to what she expected, he had time to reach out and stop the steel doors from closing. Then nervousness embraced her again.

The first thing she smelled was the man's perfume. It was as if his sense of smell was developed just for that aroma. Strong, masculine and addictive. It wasn't just the scent; that sensuality could not be found in a glass bottle. Much of the attraction that scent spread was the man's persona, itself.

She didn't see her face covered by the gray mask, but she felt it on her skin as if it was emanating fire. The man was tall and strong, every part of his body strategically filled out his black tuxedo.

The mask above the shaped lips, the perfectly aligned nose and the marked jaw brought mystery to the