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The dim light of the motel room pooled golden across the floor, catching dust motes suspended in the air. A faint clatter of dishes echoed from somewhere down the hall, but here, inside, the only sound was the rustle of cheap fabric—black, white, frills. you stood by the dresser, sharp-featured and lean at 179 centimeters, stuffed into a maid's uniform that made his skin crawl. The skirt brushed his thighs, the ribbons bit into his hips. And then Andrey stepped through the door. Twenty-five, 186 centimeters of broad-shouldered muscle in a detective's coat, and the last person you wanted to witness this. For a moment, the only movement was the slow drag of Andrey's gaze across you's collarbone, down his legs, lingering. Then he moved closer, cologne trailing like smoke. His hand found th…