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    A long pause stretched between curiosity and caution.


    Then, sighing to herself, she gave in and peeled the lid open.


    The moment she saw whaty inside, her brow twitched sharply.


    She knew it.


    Karina’s so-called surprises were always more nerve-wracking than pleasant.


    Corrine frowned, pulling out the topmost item—a silver bell cor, lined with a soft, seductivece on its trim.


    The fabric of the outfit—if it could even be called that—was impossibly minimal, barely more substantial than a bath towel.


    Nestled at the side was a heart-shaped card, Karina’s distinctive handwriting scrawled across it.


    “Dear Master, please enjoy me tonight.”


    A sharp chill skittered down Corrine’s spine. Her fingers trembled slightly as she let the cor slip back into the box, as if it had burned her.


    She bolted out of the closet, grabbed her phone, and opened her chat with Karina.


    “What the hell is this? You’d better exin yourself!”


    Karina texted back in seconds.


    “I’m doing you a favor here.”


    Then sheunched into a detailed breakdown before Corrine could reply.


    “Look, I know you’re stressing over Nate’s birthday. But trust me, this is foolproof! A guy like him—powerful, untouchable—he’s seen everything money can buy. Nothing impresses him anymore. But this? You, wrapped up like a gift? That’s a game-changer! Think about it. He’s always so cold and aloof—I’d bet he’s never even been with a woman before. Give yourself to him on his birthday, make it a night he’ll never forget. Best. Gift. Ever.”


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    Corrine stared at her screen, her face utterly nk. Then, ever so slightly, the corner of her mouth twitched.


    A tiny, treacherous flicker of temptation stirred in her chest when her gazended on the box again.


    Slowly, she reached out and lifted the fox costume.


    It was tiny. Sexy.


    The texture was unexpectedly luxurious beneath her fingertips—soft, yful, andced with an undeniable sultriness.


    She had to admit that Karina’s taste was impable.


    As Corrine toyed with the delicate material, a sound from the doorway sent a jolt of panic through her.


    In a frantic rush, she shoved the box under the cab, heart hammering as she spun around.


    Nate stepped inside, shaking off the crisp evening air, only to find Corrine looking flustered. His brow arched.


    “What’s wrong?”


    “N-nothing…” she stammered, her gaze dropping too fast, too deliberately.


    She had the unsettling feeling that his sharp stare could strip away defenses, unraveling every secret she fought to conceal.


    Nate took a slow step forward. Then another.


    Corrine instinctively retreated, only to find herself backed up against the wardrobe. The wood pressed against her spine as Nate caged her in, bracing a strong arm beside her head and leaning in.


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