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Russell watched the girl with flushed cheeks, her drunken eyes hazy and entrancing. He lifted her chin with a finger, his voice calm but firm. "I didn’t look." Zoey raised an eyebrow. "Is she prettier than me?" Russell chuckled softly. "I didn’t look. How would I know what she looks like?" Zoey squinted at him, sensing his evasion. "Then, am I pretty?" Their breaths intertwined, the faint aroma of red wine mingling with Zoey’s natural fragrance, teasing Russell’s senses. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he replied hoarsely, "You’re beautiful." Zoey’s fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt, the playful smile on her lips inching closer to his. "What’s your relationship with Roland?" Zoey’s eyes gleamed with mischief. "Roland? He’s my little errand boy." Relieved, Russell’s ton