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ELEANOR
I stood by the large window of my room, the city lights of New York shimmering in the distance. My phone was pressed against my ear as I listened intently to Harper, who was rattling off updates about the office.
"Harper,"
I said, my tone sharp but calm,
"I need to know exactly what happened with the deal—"
But before I could finish, I felt a warm pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind. I tensed immediately.
Dante.
I tried to focus on Harper’s voice, explaining the finer details of a meeting that I had missed, but Dante’s grip tightened as he leaned his head down, nuzzling into my neck. His breath was warm against my skin, making it harder for my to concentrate.
“Dante,”
I whispered harshly, trying to keep my voice low so Harper wouldn’t hear the irrit
