He made a show of buffing his nails against the collar of his tee. Irritating as fuck. Also, a little sexy. And surprisingly helpful. “The advantages of being in the boys’ club.” “And now I’m sharing that intel with you.” “Because you’re so generous that way.” “You wanna keep going like this?” “We could, but I do actually need to get some work done. Are you going to sit or what?” He was still fucking lurking over me, which he was probably enjoying. I kicked out a chair across the table. “I can’t sit here. You’ll distract me.” I blinked in confusion. “Distract you how? I won’t talk. I’m
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