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Tabitha
“Let us adjourn to the cigar room.” Gabriel offers me his hand. I shouldn’t allow it, but for some reason, I do. Buttons comes and pulls my chair out for me.
Gabriel’s big hand closes gently around mine. My belly is full, and my body comes alive in his presence. I wish I wasn’t so damn attracted to this man. I don’t understand what’s going on. I haven’t forgotten that he just admitted to drugging me. Or kidnapping. Or that he’s holding me hostage. Yet I still get flutters when he touches me.
He leads me out the way we came. I make note of the twists and turns as we head through the library to a study of some sort.
“So this is the cigar room.” Maybe that’s where the smoky scent is coming from. But no, the cigars have an earthier scent.
“Yes,” Gabriel leaves me standing in fr
