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Her half-empty martini glass sat wearing a smudge of her red lipstick.She was heading for the door, and I was sitting at the bar, alone.Was Nara Kincaid beating me at my own game?No. Never.I'm the one who calls the shots.I'm successful.I'm rich.I can seduce any woman I want. I own the hottest boutique hotel in New York. Only the rich and famous stay here. They're all we allow.The don't pick us. We pick them.And I've picked Nara Kincaid.
