“You like your employees to toe the company line. Not to speak the truth, especially if it hurts. Am I getting warm?” This woman will be the death of me. Literally, figuratively, maybe both. “Ice. Cold.” I turn to face her now, which only makes everything worse. Because, despite the way she can irritate me in an instant, all of Winnie’s individual parts work to create a tantalizing whole: silky blond hair, dark blue eyes behind black-framed glasses, lips painted a red that begs to be kissed off that smart mouth. Her style, not that I really get style, is edgy pin-up girl: a button-down blouse
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James might not be a talker BUT THE MAN HAS A WAY WITH FREAKING WORDS
