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... t my poor eyeballs had endured today.
Instead, I turned around, raised the feather duster, and hissed, "Seriously, what is wrong with you? Can you just leave?"
Ian leaned against the doorway like a smug Greek god with zero shame and even less clothing.
"I don’t like you, Ian. You know it. I’m not trying to play games."
"I don’t like you either," he said, crossing his arms over his obnoxiously perfect chest.
"You do realize I could sue you for emotional ass ...
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