My fingers hovered over the security panel outside Lucien’s room. He’d sent the passcode sometime in the early hours.As his assistant, having access to his room made sense. It would’ve been a lot less complicated if I weren’t also having wildly inappropriate dreams about him every damn night.I still couldn’t figure out when that had started.Especially last night — considering I’d gone to bed thinking about how absurd the allegation I made against Clayton was — one would think my subconscious wouldn’t twist that into Lucien’s hands tracing slow, lazy lines up my thighs in the middle of some high-profile event.Well, it did.It had been sensual.And I’d enjoyed it. Embarrassingly so.Letting out a slow breath, I keyed in the digits and the door clicked open.I paused, glancing down the empty hallway before stepping inside.The suite was blessedly quiet.Warmth met me first, along with the faint, unmistakable trace of Lucien’s cologne. I folded my arms, taking in the space properly th
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