“You’re inviting me to breakfast?” Seph eyed her like she’d barged in with an oversized Publishers Clearing House check and told her she’d won something. “I thought it would be good for us to spend some time together. We almost never do.” Insincerity dripped from her every word. I grabbed my jeans off Seph’s chair and tugged them on. Buttoning them, I turned around. That didn’t change the hungry look in Alexa’s eyes. I’d been ogled before—hell, I’d been straight-up groped—but this made me uncomfortable, especially in front of Seph. I picked up my shirt off the desk and threw it on. “She’ll
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