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“I want you with me.”

The breath caught in her throat and threatened to choke her.

“No comment, ”Kristi?” Shalef queried with a degree of mocking cynicism.

“As what?” Was that her voice? Even to her own ears it sounded impossibly husky. “Your mistress?”

“There are many advantages.”

Her eyes met his and held them. “I don’t want to be content with second best, waiting for a stolen night or two. I would rather not have you at all!”