“I think the more pertinent question is what the hell are you doing, Miss Ryder?” “I’m on a date.” “Yes, I can fucking see that,” he growls. I shake my head in astonishment. “What does that even have to do with you?” He draws a breath through his nose, his nostrils flaring. He inches closer, and I retreat until my back hits the cold metal door we just came out of. “It has everything to do with me. If he touches you again, I’m going to send him to the Chicago office. If he’s lucky. I might open an office in Siberia to get rid of him.” “Touch me? He barely brushed my hand.” His tongue, his
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