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The dress sagged, revealing the edge of a lacy black bra and the pale, freckled swell of her chest. For one crucial second, Von Hammer’s gaze was locked exactly where she wanted it. For one crucial second, Von Hammer’s gaze was
Mackenzee turned. Von Hammer was bigger than his file photo suggested, a bull of a man with a monocle and a scar. And he was looking not at her face, but at the bulge of the camera-shaped compact she was hastily trying to hide… down her front. And he was looking not at her face,
Downstairs, the orchestra played on. Mackenzee stepped over the body, adjusted her dress (leaving three buttons strategically undone), and walked back into the party. As she passed a cluster of stunned SS officers, she grabbed a full champagne flute, took a long sip, and winked at the young, blushing aide-de-camp. she grabbed a full champagne flute
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" Auf Wiedersehen , General," she whispered.