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... toward the elevator. His grip was possessive, as if I was going to get lost.
"Wait—where are we going?" I asked, breathless already.
"To our suite," he said simply, pressing the button like it was just an ordinary thing to do.
"My gift for you is in the limo. I should get it first—"
Nick slipped his phone from his pocket in one fluid motion and called the driver. His gaze locked with mine, sharp and unyielding. "Which bag is yours?"
I quickly told him, and ...
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