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Prologue

Dominic Stravos smelled her before he saw her. As usual, the effect was nothing short of hypnotic. He would recognize her delicate scent anywhere. It was an alluring blend of fresh floral, warm spice and sensual musk. Whatever lotion or perfume she wore had the same effect every time. She smelled the way she looked; sensual, seductive yet strangely innocent.

He watched as she came into view. She had the body of a vixen and the face of an angel. Her eyes were large pools of molten lava that, at this present moment, seemed grey, depicting the hue of the early morning sky. Her gait was decidedly feline yet she appeared unassuming. It was the disparity that bemused him the most and captured his attention; that made him want to possess her. She placed her towel on one of several empty chairs and dove cleanly into the deep end of the Olympic-size pool. He watched her form as she swam the length of the pool. She normally did around ten laps and, as usual, they swam in silence.

Dominic finished his laps and climbed out the pool before she did. He normally arrived before her and stayed behind when she left. He vigorously dried himself and began his daily pushups. He watched furtively as she climbed out and toweled dry. This was normally the time they spoke. Or rather, he.

“Hi there, had a good swim?” He spoke with a foreign accent. She smiled politely and nodded. “Yes, thanks. It’s deliciously nippy this morning.”

Dominic could feel the familiar twitch of an oncoming erection and mentally adjusted himself. Her voice sounded warm and husky, invoking thoughts of steamy nights and black satin sheets. He often wondered how she would sound caught in the throes of passion. He watched with interest the way her prominent nipples hardened beneath her maillot in the cool morning air. She personified sex.

“Have a good workout and a nice day,” she said pleasantly but she didn’t wait for a response.

She snaked her way along the wooden deck and around the bend. Her firm, perfectly rounded derričre jigged as she walked...
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