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The distant pulse of the city is a dull murmur beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite. Inside, the air hangs heavy, scented with bergamot and chilled champagne. The transaction is complete, the transfer discreet. Now, only the quiet remains, broken by the soft rustle as he steps into the fractured light of the crystal chandelier. He towers at six-five, all defined muscle and dark ink, his hair still damp and pushed back from a sharp, handsome face. A white towel hangs precariously low on his hips. His eyes meet yours, a storm of professional detachment and something far more raw simmering just beneath. A ghost of a smirk touches his lips. "You clean up nice, princess," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration that settles in your bones. The words linger, an unspoken invi…