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Sitting beside Andrew, Dustin’s ears pricked up every time Andrew fondly mentioned “Little Canary,” stirring a slight discomfort within him.

Max said that Brielle wouldn’t go, and he took the phone back.

“Mr. Dorsey.”

Loosening the buttons on his tailored suit, a smile danced on Dustin’s lips. “I’m only in Beaconsfield for three days. Surely, Mr. Dorsey, you’re not so petty as to hide your treasures?”

He pulled out a box of matches, specially crafted with tiny red heads and white bodies. With a single strike, a pale flame emerged.

Dustin often preferred matches to lighters; they seemed to hold more character.

Lighting one up, he touched the flame to his cigarette.

Max’s expression turned frosty, his fingers playing absentmindedly with the beads on his wrist. “She’s my little canary, and if I wish to keep her hidden, she stays hidden.

Dustin squinted his eyes. If it wasn’t for Max personally saying such words, he would never believe that someone like Max would care about a woman like this.

He smiled. “Mr. Dorsey, if you’re so intent on caging her, haven’t you considered that your little canary might wish to fly out and explore? I happen to have a far more splendid cage at my place, yet to find its mistress.”

The insinuation was clear: You may see her as a canary, but I could make her a queen.

The air tensed sharply, prompting even Andrew to frown in disapproval.

After a moment of silence, Max hung up the call.

quite satisfied. “Seems Mr. Dorsey won’t be in the mood for

twitched. “Are you seriously interested in

a fling, sure, but hardly

“Women aren’t commodities to be labeled new or used. If she pleases me, it matters not who she’s been with before. The body’s. pleasures are easy to come by, but only this little canary can satisfy

his mood darkening. Unsure whether Dustin was joking or serious. he didn’t appreciate the thought of

door swung open,

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company: this booth was

gave her a roguish wink..

the side, gestured towards Dustin. “Aubree, why don’t you sit next to Mr. Lynch?

long minute before slowly

hedonist at heart, wasted no time in pulling Aubree

sister

glass, fighting an unwelcome twinge of

turn down an attractive company sent his

striking features. Her luminous

he traced a path from her ear down her neck

clenching

Dustin grabbed a bottle, took a swig, then

coughing, tears welled up

“You look much better flushed. Mr. Clements, how about she keeps me company tonight?”

He wanted to interject, but his phone rang–it

dismissed the matter, “Whatever you wish,

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