“I like him,” I comment. “I’d sure hate to kill him.” Hartley barks a laugh, dropping the badass bodyguard routine. “You’re kind of scary, you know that, sir?” I swivel in my chair to face him. “Did you forget who you’re talking to?” “Nope.” Hartley walks around the desk and swings back around. “Bernard.” I jump over the side of the desk, but before I can get my hands on the smug asshole, he wraps a hand around my throat and pushes me against the wall. “Did you forget who you’re messing with?” Hart says, inches from my mouth. My hands go to his arm, but I don’t know whether I’m pulling him off
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