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Chloe froze. Her hand felt as if it had been branded by a hot iron, and she instinctively jerked it back.

In her haste, the glass of heavy liquor toppled over. A clear splash of alcohol soaked right into the expensive fabric of Xavier’s trousers, pooling near his thigh.

The man looked up. His gaze landed on her face, sharp and biting with a sudden, dangerous chill