Just as I was wondering if he’d told them who had requested her, she climbed the stairs, and her big eyes widened when she saw us sitting there. She was wearing this black number made spectacular only by her subtle curves as the dress hugged her body. Her brown gaze moved from Houston to Rich before narrowing on me. Of course, she assumed this was my idea. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded. “Miss Fawn!” the managed bellowed his outrage before turning to us and apologizing profusely. “She’ll be terminated immediately,” he swore. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I warned him. Utterly
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