Victoria's POVThe restaurant was a temple of glass and steel, suspended like an eagle's nest over Central Park, with a privileged view. This was where you came to be seen, and to see.An old friend, Lucas Thorne, was already at the reserved table, the best in the house. Seeing me approach, he stood up with that rehearsed, boring elegance of his and pulled out the chair I would sit in.A gentleman. Deep down, I admitted he had his uses. He was handsome in a dangerous way, great in bed, and knew full well the power his position at that oil company gave him. He was, in the end, a useful piece."Victoria," he said, his perfect smile revealing very white teeth. "You look stunning today."I sat down, adjusting the hem of my black silk dress without a hint of gratitude. "Only today?""Always," he retorted, sitting down. "It's just that today there's something different. An energy… more vibrant.""Anyway," I cut in, picking up the glass of sparkling water the waiter had already placed in fro
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