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GLYNDON It takes me a few moments to put my clothes together. My fingers tremble and my body temperature doesn’t seem to get the memo that the fun times are over. Killian has already tucked himself in, looking as flawless as the devil and just as hedonistic. Seeming to notice my struggle, he subtly pushes my hand away and glides my bra over my breasts. “I must say, I prefer undressing you.” “Why am I not surprised?” “Because you’re starting to know me better.” “You say that as if it’s a privilege.” “It’s not?” “No. I’m only learning about you to know how to deal with you.” “Smart little rabbit.” He lets the straps snap against my shoulders, his voice lowering. “Fucking red.” My stomach tightens, instantly reacting to the change of his tone. I stare at him from beneath my lashes as he continues putting my clothes together. But no matter how much I look, I can’t really read his expression. He’s the worst enigma to ever walk the earth, and I find myself wondering about what he’s thinking