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“
You
’
d
be
amazed
,
”
he
says
dryly
.
“
Then
why
me
?
I
really
don
’
t
understand
.
”
“
Anastasia
,
I
’
ve
told
you
.
There
’
s
something
about
you
.
I
can
’
t
leave
you
alone
.
”
He
smiles
ironically
.
“
I
’
m
like
a
moth
to
a
flame
.
”
His
voice
darkens
.
“
I
want
you
very
badly
,
especially
now
,
when
you
’
re
biting
your
lip
again
.
”
He
takes
a
deep
breath
and
swallows
.
My
stomach
somersaults
—
he
wants
me
…
in
a
weird
way
,
true
,
but
this
beautiful
,
strange
,
kinky
man
wants
me
.
“
I
think
you
have
that
cliché
the
wrong
way
around
,
”
I
grumble
.
I
am
the
moth
and
he
is
the
flame
,
and
I
’
m
going
to
get
burned
.
I
know
.
“
Eat
!
”
“
No
.
I
haven
’
t
signed
anything
yet
,
so
I
think
I
’
ll
hang
on
to
my
free
will
for
a
bit
longer
,
if
that
’
s
okay
with
you
.
”
His
eyes
soften
,
and
his
lips
turn
up
in
a
smile
.
“
As
you
wish
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
