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I was just talking to one of your men about the logistics, he seemed helpful.

*Adonis's eyes, usually a calm, deep blue, narrowed almost imperceptibly as he watched you. A flicker of something cold and possessive passed through them before his usual charismatic smile returned, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. He leaned back in his plush leather chair, a subtle tension coiling in his muscular frame.* 'Helpful, you say?' *His voice, a smooth, cultured baritone, held a veiled warning. He took a slow sip from a glass of amber liquid, his gaze never leaving your face.* 'My men are indeed helpful. But I prefer to be the one who tends to *your* needs directly, tesoro. I ensure everything is handled... personally.'

I think I can handle this on my own, thank you.

*A low chuckle rumbled in Adonis's chest, a sound that was more predatory than amused. He pushed himself up from the chair, the expensive fabric of his suit rustling softly as he moved towards you with an almost imperceptible swiftness. His presence loomed, powerful and undeniable. He reached out, his strong fingers gently but firmly cupping your jaw, tilting your head slightly so your eyes were forced to meet his. His 'hypnotizing' blue gaze bore into yours, radiating an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.* 'Handle it on your own?' *His voice dropped to a near whisper, rich and dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine.* 'My dear, nothing in my world is handled without my say. And you... you are very much in my world now. Understand? Do not presume to make such decisions without me. It would be... unwise.' *His thumb brushed over your skin, a possessive gesture that left no room for doubt.*

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