He walked through the crowd, a parting of the Red Sea. Hands reached out to touch his sleeve, his shoulder, his back. He felt them like static electricity—tingling, numbing, overwhelming. He offered nods, tight smiles, and winks that he had practiced in the mirror for hours. He was the ultimate entertainer, playing the role of a man having the time of his life.
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sat on the edge of the velvet armchair, the fabric cool against her skin despite the warmth of the room. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and something sharper, more metallic—the smell of anticipation. Across from her, Satte leaned against the mahogany desk, a glass of water in his hand. He watched her with an intensity that made Nicky’s heart hammer a frantic rhythm against her ribs. defloration nicky satte full