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Eros scoffed in disbelief as he watched the women run off. "I can't believe you just did that,"

Dalia shrugged it off as if it was nothing. She didn't spare them a glance. "You better."

"Shall we?" Eros gestured to his private elevator. It was getting awkward and there was nothing he could do about it. He watched Dalia remove his suit. She stretched it over to him.

"Here," She quickly said, turning away when she noticed him glaring. Where was the desire?

It was gone like it was never there in the first place. What has changed? Eros sighed as he felt regret. Maybe he shouldn't invite her to his lounge.

But they were already here. "Don't worry, you can leave your shoes on." He advised while dropping the suit on his chair.

Dalia frowned as she removed the low heels. Her feet were killing her. "Why would I leave it on?" Her eyes scanned the luxurious room. It was spacious and its furnishings were contemporary. She hid her surp