Exposed Obsession

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fire. He's stunning, physically, but it's easy to feel his rage twirling through th

eeling my balance threaten to rip me away and send me to the floor

tighter on my arm than I would prefer. I try to stay calm, to remain unflinching on the su

gaze, feeling so s

eathe. "It was an accident. I

fired,"

ed according to Kayla. A man with a mop and bucket scurries past us to clean up the mess i

pay for those drink

lf liquor I just dropped on the floor. It's easily worth a few hundred dollars. While

anything, it's that lyi

ing storm cloud eyes. "Please, sir.

golf course and a vineyard, so he can pay for the diamonds in his upscale watch, but h

sting his coat and staring down at me in more ways than one. "You

ting through the doors into the back hall, coming right up to Mr. York and I. An older woman com

er face bright pink. "I just endured nine hours of co

r. York ushers her to halt, and

pologetic, begging for mercy when it seemed like I wasn't worth giving the

er enthused with my presence. She waves me down to her height and I kneel, noticing her bloods

urrounding skin pink. When I pull her arm back, I can see a little fuzz stuck to the w

y ass from the force of her unexpected hug. I look up, seeing Mr. York and Tammy both staring

tting her back softly while she clings to m

akes his head, dismissing Tammy with a flick o

and that she's clenched behind my shoulder. She looks up at her dad with ad

d just grovel and ask Padgett to borrow the mo

up the side of her tall,

s my ne

rom exhaustion. She must've yelled for hours, along

ns, looking me up and d

t in tha

hat, along with the tiny skirt hiked up damn near over my ass and the

recall ever asking t