Celeste didn’t remember putting on her clothes—just that her hands trembled the entire time. Her heels were in her hand, her shirt half buttoned, searching for her purse."Looking for this?"Dante's voice came from the couch. He lay back as if he had all day, one leg over the other, her purse extended.She halted. “Give it back.”.He arched a brow. “Oh, you’re welcome for the water and the analgesics by the way”"“Give it back, Dante,” I said.He approached and put it on the table. “You were always polite until scared.”She snatched the bag and headed for the door. “Whatever I am supposed to be doing for you, I’m not going to do it until I know what it is.”“Did I say you were?” His voice was calm, too calmShe stopped. “You arranged this?”He laughed low. “You think I put you on the streets of my city in the dead of night, just so you could flirt with me?”Her face burned. “I was drunk.”He shrugged. “You were some kind of thing.”“Don't—”He rose then, deliberately, slowly, as he pu
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