The drive home was quiet; Leon sat angled toward the window but his eyes kept drifting back to her. Catalina rested one shoulder against the glass, the emerald dress still perfect under the low interior light, the waves of her hair falling exactly where the stylist had placed them. She looked content. Almost soft. She had a small smile on her face, the kind of satisfied look that came after a night that had gone exactly the way she wanted.He had watched her at the event flirting and dancing with Andre, and he almost lost a deal because he couldn't concentrate. Catalina was dancing with another man. He was angry, yet he couldn't take his eyes off her body, and his cock didn't agree to stay angry with him. The bastard had been up all night.He had followed every one of their moves; Andre Ashford’s hand on the small of her back, the way she had tilted her head when she laughed at something the man said, the knowing little smiles she gave him. He had stood among business associates, pret
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