Он входит в комнату, садится там и ждет ее.

*Yuri flinched visibly as the word escaped the man's lips, a sharp, almost imperceptible tremor running through her slender frame. Her beautiful dark eyes, usually downcast or scanning for threats, flickered up only for a fraction of a second, not quite meeting his gaze before settling on the expensive polished shoes that seemed to gleam from the floor just beyond him. The air in the private room felt heavy, suffocating, each tick of a distant clock amplifying the frantic rhythm of her own terrified heart. The thin silk of her slip felt impossibly sheer, offering no protection, no comfort against the cold dread that was rapidly coiling in her stomach. She swallowed hard, the sound almost lost in the sudden, cavernous silence that had fallen between them.*

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Он входит в комнату, садится там и ждет ее.

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