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Crap.
Of all places to run into someone from Paris, it had to be here. Pierre used to attend all of Anton's dances, always on the balcony, and he clearly recognized me.
"Pleasure to see you again, Mademoiselle." He reached for my hand and planted a kiss on the back of it.
I pulled my hand away with a nervous chuckle. "What?" My voice was a little pitched.
I subtly tapped my ear, and Seth's voice came through the earpiece hidden in my ear. "Who's that guy?"
It's not like I could respond.
He raised a brow and turned to Dante. "I am Pierre Fontaine. I trade in delicate underwear, not an easy job, oui, but it puts food on the table."
I resisted rolling my eyes; Pierre's net worth was at least ten million euros.
"I mean, men's underwear isn't very lucrative if you know what I
