“Let’s go help with dinner before they think we’re in here fucking.” She raises a brow. “Trust me. If we were fucking, they’d know. I’m not very quiet.” Instantly, I turn away from her, putting my hands on top of my head, and attempting to keep my blood from flooding south. “Jesus, Blue. Not funny. Are you trying to make me go have dinner next to my GM with a goddamn hard-on in my pants?”
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