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portfolios that you can look at. I’m willing--”
    She held up one sun-grizzled hand. “Honey, if you didn’t bring your best work in the first place, then I’m not interested. You’ve wasted your time as well as mine.”
    “I’m not giving up,” the young man persisted. “This isn’t the last you’ve heard of me.”
    “I’m sure it isn’t.” Stella sounded bored and looked at her watch.
    Constantine made his presence known by directing his comment to the would-be
    artist. “I believe you’re being dismissed.”
    Stella turned sharp hazel eyes his way. “And you are?” she drawled, her gaze traveling down the length of his body, resting on his cock.
    He smirked. “Like what you see?”
    “Oh, very much, stud.” She looked up at him again, scarlet-painted lips smiling widely.
    “I suppose you’re an artist, too?”
    The red-faced man interjected. “I was talking to her!”
    Constantine shook his head. “And now you’re not. I suggest you leave the lady alone, or perhaps you’d like to be tossed out of here on your ass. I’ll give you until the count of three.”
    “If you touch me, I’ll sue your ass.”
    Constantine moved closer. “One.”
    The man’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare come near me.”
    “Two,” He took another step.
    “You’re crazy, man. Stay away from me!”
    “Thr--”
    Before the word was completely out of Constantine’s mouth, the artist side-stepped
    him and ran out of the building, but not before yelling, “I’ll be back with the police, you bastard!”
    Stella clapped her hands. “Very impressive, stud, but if you’re looking for
    representation, then you’re out of luck. God, I need a cigarette. Walk with me.”
    When they were outside, Constantine patiently waited for her to light up and take the first puff.
    “Ah, that’s heaven.” She exhaled a stream of smoke, blowing it from her nostrils.
    He wasn’t particularly fond of cigarette fumes, but saw no point in riling the woman by saying so. She looked through squinted eyes as she took another drag.

    Kyriakis 1: Kyriakis Curse

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    “So talk. What do you want?”
    “I’m looking for one of your clients.”
    “In what capacity?”
    “I’d rather keep those reasons quiet.”
    “Hmph. If you’re looking to swipe some of my clients, you can forget about it, stud.
    You may be a cutie, but if you try to steal my clientele, you’ll learn why they say I’m hard as nails.”
    “I’m not trying to do that at all. I’m simply looking for information. If you can help me, I’ll make it worth your while.”
    She looked at him suspiciously. “What kind of information?”
    “Whereabouts.”
    Stella frowned. “Some artists wish to remain anonymous. Besides, if this has to do with their art, everything is handled through me.” She took another puff. “Which client are you interested in? If you give me your card, I’ll pass it along. It will then be up them whether they’ll get in contact with you or not.”
    “That won’t do at all. I need to find the artist that goes by the initials S.E.D.”
    Stella’s eyes widened briefly, a flash of fear entering them before quickly disappearing.
    What the hell?
    “I have no idea who you’re talking about. I don’t represent any artist by that moniker.”
    “Of course you do.”
    “Look, buddy, I don’t want any trouble, so I suggest you leave me alone. I have a lean cuisine in the fridge with my name on it.”
    “I appreciate you wanting to maintain the privacy of your client, but I assure you, I can make it worth your effort.”
    “And I said to get lost.” When Stella would have turned, Constantine gripped her
    shoulder, whirling her to face him. “Take your hand off me!”
    He looked into her eyes. “Tell me what I want to know. Where can I find S.E.D? I
    guarantee there’ll be no repercussions if you give me this information.”
    Again that look of fright appeared. “I-I can’t... I don’t know who S.E.D. is.”
    What was going on?