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Arthur slid up to them so smoothly as they arrived at the art auction that Nikita almost looked to see if he was on wheels. His smile widened as he inspected her from clasped hands to sheerly masked cleavage.
Drake’s hands slowly tightened in hers until his grip was as powerful as the moment he’d dragged her into the men’s shower, except this time it was shaking with raw fury. Maybe she could get used to having someone feel protective about her, even if she didn’t actually need it.
She considered trying to push her chest out further just to see if Drake would test the strength of his fist against the man’s jaw. Now probably wasn’t the moment.
“We’re so glad you could come. It is early in the cruise,” Arthur alternated between talking to Drake’s face and her chest, “therefore we will
