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Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon SEVENTY SEVEN
JUSTINAThe blonde opened her mouth, then closed it. Her shoulders dropped. She turned to her attendant. "Fine. Continue."The attendant looked at Stacia, who nodded. The woman approached cautiously, resuming the facial with trembling hands.Marina sat back down at her table, a smug smile playing at her lips. She caught my eye and winked. Grudging respect warmed my chest. She was good. Better than good. She was terrifying in the most useful way.For a few minutes, the room settled into an uneasy truce. The sound of gentle music played from hidden speakers, something with flutes and running water. The attendants worked in silence. I closed my eyes, trying to find that relaxation Marina had mentioned, but my muscles remained coiled tight.Then the blonde spoke again."Oh, shut it, chink," she snarled at her attendant, who had apparently asked her to tilt her head back. "I will move at my own fucking pace."The attendant flinched, her hands going still on the blonde's temple. Something c
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon SEVENTY SIX
JUSTINAThe brunette's smile faltered. "Excuse me?""You heard me." I swung my legs over the side of the table, my bare feet touching the cold tile floor. "If you're going to insult me, at least have the decency to believe your own bullshit. It makes for better theater."The blonde opened her eyes. She looked at me with something that might have been surprise, or just irritation at having her relaxation interrupted."Careful," she warned. "You're showing your rough edges.""Better than showing my fucking ignorance," I countered.Marina sat up fully now, her sheet clutched to her chest. She looked between the models and me, her eyes bright with anticipation.The door opened again. Stacia entered, her perfect smile fixed in place, though her eyes moved quickly across the room, assessing the tension. She clapped her hands together, a sharp sound that broke the spell."Ladies," she announced, her voice warm but firm. "Everyone here is a valued customer. We have a strict policy regarding t
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon SEVENTY FIVE
JUSTINAOne of the three said something to her friends in a low voice, and though I couldn't make out the words, the way their eyes flicked back to me told me enough.Marina's hand found my wrist under the table's edge and stayed there."Ignore them," she said, quiet enough that only I could hear it."I wasn't planning on doing anything.""I know. I'm not talking about you." Her thumb moved once against my pulse point, an absent, anxious little motion, like she was the one who needed steadying. "I just don't want this turning into something.""I do not go looking for trouble, Marina, and they're just standing there.""For now." She glanced at the women again, then back at me, and some of the tightness in her jaw eased when she saw I wasn't about to give anyone a scene. "Let's just get through the facial. We don't owe them a reaction."That… I agreed with. So we did just that.The robe clung to my damp skin as I settled onto the treatment table. The paper liner crinkled beneath my shou
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon SEVENTY FOUR
CHARISSA"This is about my boredom," he corrected. "You interested me for exactly as long as it takes to eat a plate of octopus. After that, you're free to go back to starving yourself for people who'll forget you the moment a fifteen-year-old from Minsk walks through the door."The cruelty of it should have sent me straight back out onto the street. Instead I laughed, short and startled, because it was the first honest thing anyone in that industry had said to me in years, delivered without the softening people usually wrapped around insults meant to sound like advice."You're not very charming," I told him."I've never needed to be." He refilled my water glass without asking, an automatic gesture, the kind of thing a man did when he was used to managing tables full of people who couldn't manage themselves. "Charm is for men who need something from you. I don't need anything from you.""Then why buy me dinner?"He considered the question longer than I expected, his fork resting again
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon SEVENTY THREE
CHARISSAShe didn't get me there. No one did. I booked editorial work, yes, the kind that paid in exposure and prestige rather than actual money. I stood in freezing studios wearing couture that I had to return immediately after the shoot, my nipples hard and aching beneath silk that cost more than my rent. I smiled until my jaw ached while photographers shouted at their assistants and makeup artists complained about matching foundation to my "unusual" undertones.I was still fresh meat by industry standards when I met Gregor. I was in the prime of my youth, twenty-something and hardly old enough to know what I was doing with my life, yet the industry had already decided I was over the hill. Sixteen-year-olds from Eastern Europe were edging me out, girls who didn't speak English but knew exactly how to look fragile, lost, and worth saving.The party was at a rooftop bar in Athens, some launch event for a watch brand that had hired me to stand near the product and look available. I was
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon SEVENTY TWO
CHARISSAMy throat burned. I gagged again, fingers shoved so deep I felt my nails scrape the soft tissue at the back of my throat, but nothing came up except dry heaves and spit. The bitterness of the pills still coated my tongue, a chemical taste that made my stomach roll and clench uselessly."No," I whispered into the toilet bowl. "No, no, no."I tried again, forcing my hand deeper, pressing until my eyes watered and my jaw ached from being wrenched open. My stomach convulsed, a violent spasm that rocked my whole body forward, but only bile dribbled out, thick and yellow, burning my esophagus. The pills were already dissolving somewhere inside me, leaking into my bloodstream, and I could feel the clock ticking in my veins, each second carrying the poison further from my reach.I pulled my hand free, trembling, and wiped my mouth with the back of my wrist. The bathroom tiles were cold against my knees, but my skin felt feverish, clammy, and wrong. I needed to stand. I needed to get
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