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Kim had never been the type of woman who let anyone else set the pace. Forty-four, confident, and sharper than most men could handle, she had spent years perfecting the art of seduction without ever letting it slip into surrender. But the first time she saw Jareth, she knew instinctively that this wasn't going to be a game she could win by her usual rules.

He was younger, not by much, but enough to carry that mix of arrogance and hunger that only came with a man who knew exactly what he was capable of. Broad shoulders, dark skin that seemed to drink in the low light of the room, and a presence that filled the space before he ever spoke.

Their meeting wasn't supposed to matter. A favor for a friend, a casual drink, a polite conversation. But the way his eyes lingered, the way his voice dropped when he said her name… it wasn't casual. It wasn't polite. It was a challenge.

And Kim had never been able to walk away from a challenge.