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ELEANOR
The grand ballroom was alive with music and laughter, the ambiance festive as guests mingled and danced. I had been doing my best to enjoy the evening, but the moment Marcus Kane appeared, my mood soured.
He had a way of getting under my skin, a skill he seemed to take great pleasure in.
Irritation flared within me, but I knew causing a scene would only play into his hands.
Marcus held me close, his grip possessive. I tried to keep my distance, glaring up at him, but he only smirked, spinning me around.
The movement brought me back against his chest, his breath warm against my ear. I was mad, so mad but creating a scene would cause a scandal and it was no good for my new role in the company.
“You look stunning tonight, Eleanor,”
he whispered, his voice teasing.
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