Skating on thin hearts
More than enough to make James burn.
She brushed her hair over one shoulder, letting the soft curls cascade down, and applied a coat of red matte gloss to her lips. She smacked them together, admiring the perfect finish. God, she was beautiful. Men fell at her feet all the time, yet James Carter, James stubborn, calculating Carter was making her work for it. She almost admired him for it. Almost.
But if it was a game he wanted, she was going to play and play it to perfection.
She strapped on a leather wristwatch, flicked her wrist, and frowned. No, it didn’t match. A silver one would. She switched quickly, smiling at how it gleamed under the light, complementing her outfit, her mood, her pla
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