The door is barely shut before I’m pushing Pippa against it, my eyes roaming over her body. “Did he hurt you?” She shoves against my chest. “What? Get away from me, asshole.” My vision begins to clear as I regain a sense of reality and no longer see red. “Did he hurt you?” I repeat, backing away from her until I bump against my desk. I undo the button of my jacket, placing my hands safely in my pockets as I wait for her to answer. “No, of course not. He was just being a demeaning prick.” “He’s an asshole.” She laughs. “Tell me something I don’t know.” “What happened?” I was busy selling one of
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