A knock sounds on the door, making us both stiffen. “There’s another male.” His tone is sharp with accusation. “How do you know?” He curls his lip. “The scent.” “I don’t know who it is,” I whisper, even though it’s probably Mr. Roberts. “But keep going. He’ll soon leave.” “Alexis.” Mr. Roberts knocks again, this time harder. “He would dare utter your name?” my mate says, his eyes back to bright blue, all traces of arousal gone. “It’s just my boss.” Reaching up, I place a hand on his shoulder and stroke up and down his bicep. “What does that mean?” “He’s the man who owns the whole building as
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