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She waited a few ain, louder

Unless Christian had left without telling anyone, he was in there The di under the door testified to this She’d casually asked Stefan and Zayed where their fellow ined the suspicious but pitying look in Stefan’s eyes when he’d told her Christian had gone to bed

Please, God, let him be alone in there

What were the chances?

She’d been nothing special, just another notch on a bedpost crammed with notches

Christian Markos travelled with a trail of broken hearts attached to hi to London Some sold their stories to the tabloids, tales of short-lived lust before being discarded So Most wanted hie before the handle turned and the door opened

Christian stood clad in a pair of jeans And nothing else

He blinked narrowing eyes ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I need to talk to you Can I coood idea’

‘It’s important’

His firether He shifted past her, looking both directions down the wide corridor before ushering her in and swiftly closing the door

His roo neatly on the door of the wardrobe The bed was rumpled; a tablet was on the bedside table next to a half-full bottle of bourbon and an eed This was a conversation she needed to have when he was sober

‘No’ He strode to theand closed the heavy curtains ‘Believeto reach that state’