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Amelie’s POV

Lorenzo leaned closer to me.

Way too close for me to be comfortable with.

His cologne hit me first—sharp, spiced, expensive. The kind of scent that lingered long after the man was gone.

The Arabian scent screaming money.

His fingers brushed my thigh, light but intentional, and I had to fight the instinct to recoil.

I didn’t want him to think anything that would give anything away.

His eyes locked on mine, calculating.

“Tell me something, Amelie,” he murmured, voice smooth like s
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