The knocking came again—sharp, insistent, and impossible to ignore.Vincent’s jaw tightened. He cast one last glance toward the bed where Rossi had burrowed deeper under the sheets, then crossed the suite and opened the door just enough to step into the corridor. Vincent’s annoyance deflated somewhat.Julian stood there looking more harried than Vincent had ever seen him, even when he usually overworked him. Tablet in hand, expression professionally neutral, Julian’s gaze flicked once to Vincent’s bare chest—marked with faint scratches and the unmistakable signs of recent passion—before he quickly looked away thinking:'She didn’t look it, but Secretary Rossi was pretty fierce.'“We have a problem,” Julian said hesitantly.Vincent didn’t bother with Julian’s pressed expression. He kept his voice low. “Security cameras?”“Already checked. The hallway feeds were looped for twenty minutes last night. Professional work.” Julian paused, then added carefully, “But that’s not the main issu
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