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“Walk out of that door, and I’ll drag you back in here and lay you over my knee,”
“Callan Scott.”
“I—” “Don't speak. Kneel.”
“That wasn’t necessary,” he growls. Maybe not, but it pissed him off and, in turn, satisfied me.
“Don't be too compliant. I’ve recently found it a turn off,”
“You are my business, woman,”
“Reiterate how professional it was,” I say, biting into a strawberry. The juice trickles down my chin, and Callan’s hand clasps my face, tilts it and licks the juice.

