The Fixer's Secret: Taming My Husband

against the frosted glass door and shoved it ope

inside cut

nanosecond. Elena scrambled off the desk, smoothing her skirt, but she didn't

sofa area in the center of the room and sat down. She crossed her legs, placing he

session, she said. She let the wor

What are you doi

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t her empty han

I saw you were already eating out of some

. Mrs. Sterl

rd her. The movement was so

aking to you

She looked at Julian, the damsel in distress

at's enough, Victor

o. She walked over to the desk.

and down. It was a cl

who has misbehaved at a funeral. "We aren't at a beach club in the Hamptons. In corporate environmen

vaguely at El

junior section and more time managing Julian's c

ned scarl

Get out, Victoria! You have no righ

wife. And frankly, Julian, your taste in staff refle

arrowed. Are yo

ng you, she

reached out and touched his

an intimate purr. You might want to check y

a lie.

d down to his chest. His hand came

Victoria

was a cold, vi

ked, sh

d he had been played. Hi

ed back. Pathe

ked to the door. S

Try to get some

ce, the door swingi

silence wa

eaching for his arm. Oh, Julian, she's so

eart was pounding. Not from ange

mascara was perfect. She looked like Sera

, looking at her didn't make him feel

tie he had checked. The tie h

hadn't kissed Elena. He

c. Because he felt guilty. Not for what he

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d. She grabbed her tablet a

ached up and loosened his tie. He ripped

reet, fifty floors below. He tried to spot a tiny