He licks his lips, and fucking hell, I want to kiss him so bad. “This is a bad idea,” he says evenly, but one of his hands rises until his fingers are brushing along my forearm. It feels like a direct contradiction to what he just said. “Why?” “Because we’re coworkers. And we don’t like each other. And you don’t like men.” “We’re not coworkers. You’ve told me a dozen times how I’m not a member of staff—I’m only temporary, remember? And I like you fine, when you’re not being difficult. Honestly, I like you even then. And you’re right, I’ve never been attracted to a man before.” I glide my hand
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