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is appreciated nonetheless.

I couldn’t afford to live here or chase the artist dream without it.

“We’re here, Miss,” the driver says suddenly, pulling me away from my thoughts. “Are you okay?”

Am I? Right now, I feel like I am.

“Sorry.” Meeting his eyes through the rearview mirror, I give him a sheepish grin. “Just got lost in my thoughts for a minute.”

“No worries.”

“Thank you.” The phone in my hand vibrates then with the total and tip option on the screen; I accept after rounding out the fare to twenty from a twelve-dollar flat rate, and open the door. “Have a good day.”

“You’re welcome, and have a pleasant day yourself, Miss.”

“I will, after I have some coffee.” His chuckle greets my ears before the door closes and he drives off, causing me to smile. Ever since opening that birthday gift, I’ve felt lighter than I have since the first night I dreamt of that room. Don’t think of that. Enjoy the day and no weirdness.

A light summer breeze greets me, pulls me closer to the building while it swirls around me, flirting with the lace edge of my dress as it sways across my thighs. Each step toward the door brings a nervousness I’m not accustomed to. I feel as though something important is inside, and it has to be the art gallery offering me a show.

It’s not my first anonymous show and won’t be my last, but this particular building appeals to me with its three large showrooms and floor-to-ceiling windows with exposed beams. The place is industrial-meets-gothic chic and has a cult following of celebrity clientele that could give me the boost I need to expand to other cities.

Maybe I should officially hire Elise as my manager? The thought disappears just as soon as it comes as a hand shoots out and grips the door handle in front of me. This hand belongs to a man, a well-dressed one with a Piguet watch on his wrist and the decadent scent of cedarwood with a hint of citrus emanating from his larger frame.

He overshadows me. His fingers skim my knuckles right before I look back, and a gasp escapes my lips.

This man is the walking embodiment of trouble.

4

Gabriella

“Ladies first, Miss....” His voice is close to my ear seconds after I turn to face the door. But more importantly, I’m trying to avoid making a fool out of myself after the surprised noise that escaped at the mere sight of him.

Tall, dark, and handsome on a level I’ve never encountered before with jet black hair and amber eyes. There’s also something about how he towers over me, making me feel dainty when my five-foot-one frame has never been so on display. This man, who has a warm smile and who’s wearing a tailored suit—whose skin grazed mine for a second and left tiny sparks behind—easily stands a foot over my head while watching me with interest.

I feel those eyes boring into the back of my head.

I also don’t miss the fishing for my name, but I’m lost in concentration on an on-purpose basis. It’s a chosen distraction—the need to take a moment and compose myself—yet I’m spellbound by his hand.

On his knuckles, to be precise.

On the tight grip he has on the handle.

How they’re white from exertion, and I’m piqued by the elegance in his hold. They look strong, yet his skin isn’t rough like someone who works with his hands. However, there’s this aura of dominant power that prickles my flesh from the sight.

From his nearness. From a scent that feels familiar for some reason.

His hand flexes, a gentle open and close as he exhales roughly behind me. The warm breath caresses the shell of my ear, and curiosity is a dangerous thing, because for a brief second, I close my eyes and imagine a single finger running down the volume of my neck, pausing near the neckline of my dress.

“Oh!” Another embarrassing sound as a warm hand grips my elbow, and a shiver rushes down my spine. This reaction isn’t subtle as every single cell in my body thrums to life and my breathing accelerates. My nipples throb and stiffen, pushing against the thin fabric keeping me from a public indecency charge. What the hell is wrong with me? “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

Why is he affecting me so much? No man has before.

I’m finding myself curious about those hands skimming places no one but me has touched and pleased before.

“I did.” The hint of amusement in his tone makes me blush, but I don’t look back. Instead, I acknowledge him with a tilt of my head and a wave of the hand. I’ve hit my quota for embarrassing myself today, handsome stranger or not. “Can you take a step back for me, please? You’ll get hit with the door otherwise.”

“Of course.” My reply is breathy as I follow his request, moving slightly back and against a strong chest. There’s a small rumble, this low groan that comes from his throat, and I fight back another shiver. This sudden need to whimper for a man I don’t know is unnerving and I swallow hard, forcing myself to create space between us. “I’m sorry, did I step on you?”

Not that I’d be able to tell. I can’t think past that sound. How good that small moment—his nearness—felt.

Maybe Elise is right and I should start dating. Look at my behavior toward this stranger; it screams needy. How embarrassing.

“Not at all, beautiful.”

“What?” Surprise colors my tone and my head turns, meeting his eyes. Christ, you created this man to tempt and destroy. He’s the literal definition of lust. A weakness I’m all too eager to indulge in.

Striking amber eyes meet my green ones, and my knees grow weak. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” A lie. They tremble and my hand shoots out, gripping onto the lapels of his black suit jacket to steady myself. “I must’ve stepped on a crack.”

“Then let me help you inside.” His own hand comes around my

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