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Swallowing her self-conscious anxiety, Shyla gathered every thread of confidence within her. Score was a strong, enigmatic man. He might like her innocence, but he’d also appreciate her rising to a challenge. That’s what this was, a challenge.
Behind her, beneath the built-in faux fireplace, a shelf ran from the elevators all the way to the powder room by the third bedroom. That shelf, just behind her knees, prevented her from retreating as she fumbled for the zip beneath her arm.
Not that Shyla wanted to run away. No, she just thought that distance might calm her rattling nerves. She kept on believing that right up until the moment Score stepped back.
Further away might make her less aware of his intoxicating masculine scent, but it broadened his view. It allowed him to take in more
