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The Boss's Slut Games (3)

VINCENT’s POV ]

“Let’s make this civil, Zara,” I said, pouring two generous shots of vodka at the bar. “Care for a drink?”

She stood at the doorway of the Lion’s Den suite with her arms crossed and her eyes sharp. The slit in her crimson dress revealed just enough thigh to make a man forget his own name. She hesitated, then stepped inside, her heels striking the marble.

“What do you want, Vincent?” Her voice was calm, but there was a thread of tension running through it. Like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to slap me or kiss me.

I slid one glass across the bar to her. “To have a conversation. No drama. Just you, me, and a bit of honesty.”

She took the drink, her fingers brushing mine. They were trembling, just barely. That told me more than words ever could.

“I didn’t come here to talk,” she said, taking a slow sip.

I leaned against the bar, watching the way her throat moved as she swallowed.

“Then why did you come?” I eyed her.

“You…tell me.”

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