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2024-10-29 19:42:56“I ah,” she began but the air was so thick with sexual tension she couldn’t breathe well enough to get the rest of the words out. Then suddenly, he let go and she fell backwards, but thankfully against her desk.
“Cosa ci fai ancora qui?” he demanded, a meter away, his hands in his pants pockets, his gravelly voice harsh.
Talia stared at him wide eyed and huffed her surprise. What in the world was he mad about? His attitude was a cold splash of water to her libido. She was the one who should be pissed. She almost became Triple-D!
“I asked, what are you doing here?”
“I heard, and understood, you the first time,” she retorted tartly. She pushed off the desk and stood straight, straightening her clothes and responded, “Waiting for you. Isn’t that what a good assistant does?” She was hating the role more and more and it was officially just day one.
“Enzo left
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