I turned slowly, eyes narrowed calmly. There he stood— another security guard. He's tall with a buzz cut — broad chest and a eyes that looks at me suspiciously. Damn, two guards at the same time?I smiled—one of those slow, wicked, Mona Lisa kinds of smiles. The other had that bad-boy stubble and a scar by his mouth that almost made me lick my lips.He walked gently towards me and stood beside his mate.I stepped forward, just enough to make my scent hit them—vanilla, musk, sin.“I got lost,” I said, voice lazy, smoky. “But maybe I found something better.” I added and winked.They exchanged a look, that kinda look that says “oh this sounds like fun.““You’re not supposed to be in this wing,” Buzzcut said, but his eyes dropped—first to my chest, then to the hem of my robe, which I let open just a little further. His voice faltered.“And yet,” I murmured, stepping even closer, “here we are. Just the three of us… with no cameras around.” Scar-mouth’s eyes narrowed, but not in warning b
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