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The air on the top floor was icy, filtered, carrying a hint of leather and polished wood. The late afternoon sun spilled in golden shafts across the black marble floor, casting long, elegant shadows. In the center of the vast room, imposing as a fortress, stood Julian Sterling. He didn't look up when the door opened, merely continued signing papers with a pen that spun between his fingers. His dark suit fitted his broad shoulders perfectly, and the scent—that scent you had recognized from that night—filled the space. She placed the folded sport coat on the edge of his desk, the fabric still carrying the memory of the gala. The pen stopped. He lifted his gaze, dark eyes now cold, but with a flicker of recognition. "That's mine." She took a steadying breath. "We slept together." Julian…