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“Girls don’t work with computers, Elora,” my dad had insisted when I’d told him I wanted to go to uni to learn to code. I was still proud as fuck that I’d proved him wrong. I was one of the leading Python and big data experts in the entire country, and had been recruited straight out of uni, first for Mager, an interspecies dating app, then for Beta, my boss’s new company.
“Maybe we can play sometime,” he said, voice raspy as shit. Holy. Hell. Okay, not even I could have missed that innuendo. Ben Foster, Ladies and Gentlemen.
And thank you to my mum and dad for believing in me even though you have no idea I write about big cat dicks.
