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13: A DIFFERENT KIND OF DEAL
The moment Amelia stepped off the jet, she was reminded of just how different Andrew’s world was from hers. A sleek black car awaited them on the tarmac, a chauffeur standing at attention. Andrew didn’t waste time. He placed a hand at the small of her back, guiding her toward the car with an ease that sent shivers down her spine. It wasn’t forceful, but it was absolute—as if he had no doubt she would follow. And she did. The city of Paris blurred past them as they drove through the streets, the Eiffel Tower glowing in the distance. The night air was crisp, the city alive with an energy Amelia had only dreamed of experiencing. “Where are we going?” she asked finally, her voice softer than she intended. Andrew glanced at her, amusement flickering in his eyes. “To the penthouse
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