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“Oh.” I thought about saying I’d been to an amazing spa, but really, did

he care? And besides, talking was difficult with that thing he was doing to

my skin, burning it so thoroughly with his caress.

His phone rang and he let go of my hand. I pulled it to my lap, needing

the warmth of my body once it’d lost the warmth of his.

“Excuse me,” he said, taking his phone out of his pants pocket and

silencing it without looking at the screen.

“You can take it if you need to.” I could use a few minutes to gather my

thoughts. Because, what the hell did he want with me? Not only was not

knowing killing me, but the more time I spent with Hudson, the easier it

was for me to think about him and his amazing gray eyes. And his hard

body. And his smooth voice.

“There can’t be anything important enough to interrupt this

conversation.”

And even smoother lines.

I opened my mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the door

opening. Sasha entered with a tray of food and drinks. I watched as she set

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