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She was doomed.
Absolutely doomed.
Because no matter how hard she tried to play it cool—lean back, stay professional, sip her overpriced hibiscus-infused sparkling water like she wasn’t internally combusting—her gaze kept drifting. To the smirk. The collarbone. The towel.
Gods, the towel.
And beneath it, the chaos she had accidentally unleashed on this entire luxury rooftop like a half-naked financial scandal in motion.
Across the restaurant, women ...
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