What she didn’t know was the club belonged to Lorenzo.
Lights flashing. Music blaring. The energy was electric—until everything seemed to freeze the moment Lorenzo saw her.
He was on the second floor in the VIP lounge, a cigar in hand and fire in his eyes. He’d never seen her like this. Claire wasn’t the sweet nanny reading bedtime stories anymore—she was a stunning, sensual woman, stealing the attention of every man in the room.
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