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... ith barely concealed irritation.
I pretended not to notice the way his voice was practically shooing me away and instead flipped through a magazine, my expression the picture of nonchalance.
"I’m more of a short-course kind of gal, you know? I make my own schedule," I replied coolly, lounging on the soft suede pink chair with my legs comfortably propped up on its matching leg stool.
That chair? Oh, I ordered it myself. Damien’s office was a tragic wasteland of dull grays ...
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