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What girl hadn’t fallen for the sinister anti-hero at so when she picked Raoul, anyway? He didn’t have the same deep, dark depths to him that the Phantom had He didn’t love as passionately Feel as deeply Of course Raoul didn’t kill people, either…

But still

This version of the non-violent Phanto from the way he towered over the otherher The erous look

What would it be like to have his hand up my skirt?

Her heart picked up speed when he tilted his head toward the bar,to the empty seat beside hieous, supermodel woman he must have been after But there was no one behind her

He uy in the roo her to sit with him, she pointed to her chest and mouthed, “Me?”

His lips quirked up into a half grin, he gave a sed tohot as hell “You,” he mouthed back

“Uh…” She gulped down a deep breath and made her way across the crowded bar When she reached his side, she forced herself to irl who didn’t belong “Hi?”

“Is that a question?” he asked, his question tinged with amusement His voice was deep and rumbly, with a sexy accent that was almost half British, half French, and it reuy that ible sounds whenever they heard him speak

“N-No,” sheherself onto the padded stool She adjusted her black mask and folded her hands aardly in her lap Too bad Brian’s bucket list hadn’t co like this “Of course not It was a greeting”

He gave her a once-over, starting at her red stiletto

s and working his way up at his leisure “That’s one hell of a greeting, if you ask me”

Not one to back down froe, spoken or silent, she checked him out from head to toe, much like he’d done to her His lean fra but hard ainst his button-up shirt,jackets that fit hied his hips and—

Well, the rest of him with picture perfect clarity