And then he slammed his hand on the glass behind us to stop the rotation. I jumped as I whipped around to see the glare he had directed at me. “You need help with this door, Everly?” he said, his voice low in warning, like I’d pushed him to the edge of sanity. Me. The woman he’d fucked a few days earlier but then told his friends was just an employee. He held it there, not letting the autorotation continue. “Are you serious?” I glanced at the front desk where I saw Juna wide-eyeing us. “Dead fucking serious.” His stare held mine, his presence powerful and vibrating with energy. “What are you
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