Here I am, his dark gaze said. Don’t expect me to make the first move. I’ve been making it since the day you sashayed your manicured, deluded little self in here. You did not. You treated me like— A woman I wanted to fuck. You aren’t my type. It pissed me off. Get over yourself—you aren’t my type, either! I’m your only type. Admit it. You admit it. I wanted to send Fiona home, drag you behind a bookcase and grow your fancy pink ass up in a hurry. Mark you. Fuck you till you figured out you belonged to me. How shocked pink Mac would have been! How horrified. How turned upside down. How … turned
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