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... didn’t just look at Eloise; he unspooled her with his eyes. The red dress was a stroke of genius—or perhaps a subconscious warning to anyone who dared cross her. It hugged her frame with a silent, dangerous elegance, the crimson fabric making her skin look like cream and her dark brown hair like a spill of ink.
He didn’t speak for a long moment, the silence in the hallway stretching until it felt pressurized. Then, his voice came low and rough with something that wasn’t quite amusement ...
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