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Ian was sitting in his dark study with a glass of the strongest alcohol he owned listening to the audio from the night he and Mina had been drugged in the hotel room. The camera had been facing the door, so it only captured audio and Ian was glad he had not ordered any of his men to review the audio before he had a chance to. Right now, he was listening to himself smooth talk Mina into taking off her shirt and he did not know he would ever feel ashamed of himself. Although he could remember some of the elements of their conversation, he still had not regained his memories.
Ian heard the sound of clothes rustling again, and he knew it was either himself or Mina removing her shirt.
"President Lee that tickles." Mina giggled as she spoke, and he had his answer. He had removed her shirt.
"Call me Ian, okay?" He said.
"Ian, your hands feel good."
"Should I give you a massage?"
"I don't know," Mina said honestly.
