Lena Carter wasn’t used to being spoiled.She was used to tips tucked under greasy plates, shoes that pinched her feet by hour four of a shift, and nights spent counting every dollar in her checking account before committing to a latte.So, waking up in Rafael Blackthorne’s bed to the sound of a string quartet playing softly from hidden speakers?Yeah. That was new.She blinked up at the ceiling, still drowsy, still warm under the sheets. Then—“Good morning, sunshine,” Rafael said, leaning against the doorframe, wearing nothing but a pair of tailored slacks and a sinfully smug smile. “Hope you slept well.”Lena sat up, pulling the sheets with her. “Are you… playing live music right now?”He shrugged like it was nothing. “I thought you deserved something elegant to wake up to.”“Okay, but a quartet?”“Just a string duo, technically. The other two got stuck in traffic.”She stared at him.He grinned wider.“Rafael,” she said slowly, “this is insane.”“Correction,” he said, walking towa
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