“Well?” I shift my gaze to Max. “Well what?” “You thought about what I said?” My jaw hardens, that rage brewing in my gut again. I lower my head and shuffle my seat closer to whisper in his ear. The last thing I need is to draw Alberto’s attention. “The only way I’ll touch you is when I put my hands around your throat and choke you in your sleep.” He recoils, shocked. Stares at me for a few stunned seconds. “Are you drunk?” “No, I’m just sick of you. All of you.” “All of us?” “Men. Everything is a damn exchange to you. News flash—when a woman wants something from you, she shouldn’t always have
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