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8: Sabrina.

"You're going to get sick, Sarah."

Sabrina, I want to respond. Please call me Sabrina.

But I can't. If he's here, I might get a second chance at the temp position. I might still have a shot at making my father proud. Being useful to him. Of course, that means betraying this man, but I don't have to think about that now. Not yet. It's in the future. Not in the rainy, dreamlike landscape where only Bryant and I exist.

"I'll be fine," I say, biting my lip when he delves the pocket square beneath my neckline and it rasps over my nipple, stiffening it into a peak. Oh. Wow. "You really didn't learn your lesson yesterday, d-did you?" I chatter.

He drags that very memorable tongue across the seam of his mouth. "What lesson was that?"

Lord. His voice is even more compelling than I remember. Dark, saturated velvet. "I left because you assumed I would give you permission with my body." We both look down at the way he works the linen between the valley of my breasts. Down, down, deeper, until I'm
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