Paul Taking a breath, she stepped forward and put her hand lightly on my arm. My eyes clashed with hers and a bolt of sensation shot to my stomach. She pulled back quickly, the heat from her skin lingering on my body "He doesn't want me, he has her. Please don't take me back, please. You see how he treats me." I fought down the flash of anger that rose in me. The little vixen was trying to tempt me, to use seduction to get her way. The soft touch against my sleeve hadn’t been an innocent action, but a calculated maneuver. One designed to stir a man’s blood, make it pump hotter, faster. And when the woman doing the touching looked like Cyn, how could it not?I thought, not for the first time, that my boss was an extremely lucky man to have her as his bride. Although he didn't want her, he was just using her. The woman was beautiful, with full, tempting curves and a face that was flawlessly lovely. Her beauty was not subjective, but universal. Her high, classic cheekbones, small uptu
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