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“Laetitia.”
Laetitia stiffened when she heard Alejandro’s voice. “Leave me alone.”
He caught her by the hand and pulled her with him down the same corridor he had come through. “You have a guest.”
“Let go of my hand, Alejandro.”
“I’m afraid I can’t, puss.” He started rubbing his thumb on her palm, hard and quick. “I was made to come and fetch you.”
“Let go,” she ordered.
“We must hurry. Your guest is waiting.”
“Don’t you have a more intelligent excuse to drag me alone with you? A guest?”
“Some Mr. MacCraig wants a word with you.” He smirked. “But I, I want your mouth on—”
“This is s****l harassment,” she said, tugging at her hand. “And I have two words for you: screw you!”
“With pleasure,” he taunted, rubbing his thumb harder and quicker on her palm. “It would be better than
