SURRENDER TO THE BILLIONAIRE BOSS

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and intimidating. My heels clicked too

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a that the elevator was taki

an named Karen asked a few polite questions about my marketi

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ths, trying not to imagine

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s they touched his.

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have a sea

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ck in his chair. "You're l

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work. You'll start Monday as my p

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with, the man I'd thought I'd never

ught of being near him every day terrifie

act, how I'd pretend we were strangers. But when Monday came, all

behind him like a crown. When he turned, his ga

ng, Miss Mon

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he said carefully, "stays there. It doe

ted to scream that it did exist that

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to bury the most int

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ce on shaking legs, prete

knew something h

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ed to stay professional, I co

the man who ruined