Neil’s nostrils flare and he points at me, but I cut him off. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m fired.” I move to stomp my way out of the room, but gentle, calloused fingers wrap around my tiny wrist, and I freeze. Christian is examining my hand like it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. “No,” he purrs, as if he’s seducing the inside of my wrist. He looks up at me like a puppy and it makes me want to fall to my knees. He moves his eyes slowly to Neil, still fuming at his desk as Christian’s gaze darkens, and the entire room crackles with tension. “She’s not fired. You are.” Neil’s mouth falls open,
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