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She eyed me curiously, and I stood up straighter. Give me a sign, I was pleading. Lust after my body at least. Fuck. Nope. Nothing. She didn’t even look at my biceps or anything. My angel girl just said thank you again before scurrying away. She went too fast for me to even think of what else to say to her. I’d fucking blown it.
The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)
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