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Once she settled the deal, her rank as a model would instantly shoot up and maybe she would have a chance of being recognized by the infamous De Amour. De Amour had always been her top goal but it was hard for just anyone to be featured in the magazine. Charles was quite picky about who his models were. Everyone he picked was of high rank and it was hard for a B-list, much less a C-list model as herself, to be noticed and chosen to feature in the pages of the magazine and it was even harder to be selected for the cover page. The cover page had always been a spot of envy for many of the models in the industry and for a number of years the spot had been occupied by one sole person, the British

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

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She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

book to a specific page I had marked and handed it to him. "Just read." I watched Lorenzo's reaction, which went from a frown to eyes wide in shock. "What?... is this a p**n book?" "It's not a p**n book," Andrea said in a reprimanding tone. "It's The Señorita!" I said in an admiring sigh followed by Andrea. "This book is about a romance between a Spanish cook and a lady of the aristocracy! A forbidden romance between a rich lady and a commoner! Ahhh..." I sighed. "The writer who wrote this book is anonymous, her pseudonym is Madame Louis. The cover, based on a recipe book, is discreet and is a hit with women!"

I walked over and looked at the titles. My eyes went wide. "Alpha Dominic? What are these?" He opened his eyes and looked over. Instantly, he jumped off the chair and lunged forward, reaching for the books in an obvious attempt to hide them from me. But I was faster. I picked one up. It had a picture of a man and a woman hugging under the moon. My eyes widened as I realized what it was. "Is this a romance book?" I asked, unable to hide my surprise. I felt a giggle bubbling up in my throat. "The Alpha’s True Love?" I read out the title in amusement.

"What are you reading? Must be captivating. You didn't even notice when I walked in." I glanced down at the book in my hands, suddenly aware of the steamy cover I'd been trying to hide all evening. "Oh, this? Just something Emilia recommended." I attempted to casually close the book, but Alexander was too quick. He plucked it from my hands, examining the cover with a raised eyebrow. A shirtless man with impossibly defined abs embraced a woman in a flowing dress, their faces mere inches apart in what was clearly a moment of passion. "'Bound by Contract'?" Alexander read aloud, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Doesn't exactly look like your usual reading material."

Touched and angry at the same time. Touched that he'd cared enough to think about what I'd want. Angry that he'd been planning my imprisonment. I pushed those complicated feelings aside and kept browsing. The fiction section was extensive. Mystery novels. Thrillers. Fantasy. Literary fiction. And romance novels. A whole shelf of them. I pulled one out, curious. The cover showed a shirtless man with tattoos and a woman in a provocative pose. Very dramatic. Very over-the-top. I flipped it over to read the back.

I said, trying to sound like a casual scholar. Her eyes went wide, not with suspicion, but with delight. A brilliant smile bloomed across her face. “Oh, a fellow romantic! You must be a fan of I Ran Away with an Elf!” She ducked below her stall and emerged with a book, its cover depicting a muscular, pointy-eared man swooping a maiden onto a white steed. She placed it before us with a flourish. Beside me, I saw the corner of Cassius’s mouth twitch as he fought, and failed, to suppress a grin.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.