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Smooth.
Dangerous to women who haven't had sex in far too long.
Not that I'm thinking about sex. Except now I am.
Great.
“Agatha.”
His eyes move over me.
Slowly.
My body responds immediately.
Traitor.
“Mr. Palermo.”
One dark eyebrow rises.
“Grimm.”
Right.
Grimm.
The gorgeous stranger who disappeared for almost a month and apparently owns a limousine. Or has access to one. Same difference.
Dora is still smiling.
I want to kick her.
“Fancy seeing you again,” I say.
His mouth curves.
“Is it?”
Two words. That's all he gives me. And somehow they sound like a challenge.
“Considering I haven't seen you since Back to School Night?”
His expression changes.
Barely.
But I catch it.
“Have you been looking for me?”
Jerk.
“No. Of course not.”
Liar.
That eyebrow rises. I hate that freaking eyebrow.
