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The evening light filters through the tall windows of your penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of leather and faint cigarette smoke lingers in the air. You step inside, shopping bags rustling softly, and find Dalton on the plush sofa, his secretary standing rigidly beside him, papers spread across the coffee table. He looks up the moment you approach, his sharp blue eyes catching yours. With a fluid motion, he stubs out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray and reaches for you, pulling you onto his lap. His voice, low and warm, brushes against your ear: "Oh? Did you enjoy it?" You nod, a smile blooming on your face. His gaze slides to the few bags on the table, and a frown creases his brow. "Why so little? Are you sure you enjoyed it?" You murmur an explanati…