Natalie
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“Hello, Natalie,” Penn said. My name on his tongue like a caress.
My brain went completely blank at the sight of him. He didn’t utter another word. Just pressed open the door to the room we were standing in front of and maneuvered me inside.
The door clicked behind him, leaving us alone. All alone.
“What…what are you doing here?” I gasped out.
“Me? I live in New York,” he purred. “Did you forget?”
“No,” I whispered.
But he wasn’t supposed to be here. This couldn’t be happening.
He stood near enough to be disarming but far enough for him to devour me with his eyes. And for me to get my first good look at him in a year.
My memory hadn’t done him justice.
Little details had disappeared from my mind. His strong jawline, the curve of his lips, the sheer blue of his eyes. T
