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Chapter 17:

I let out the breath I held as the heavy steel doors close. I press the button to take us to the ground floor counting every second that ticks by before I can be free from this wench. Everything about her irritates the shit out of me: the way she walks, the way she holds her head, her voice, the things she says, the noise her fucking shoes make on the concrete.

Every.

Damn.

Thing.

The car comes lurching to a halt tossing me against the wall. I brace myself on the handrail to keep from falling then realize my client hadn't been so fortunate. Spread out on her ass, her skirt has ridden up her legs in the fall and she is holding her ankle. That's what she gets for wearing those stupid ass shoes to look at a damn mill. Extending my hand to help her up, she backhands my arm.

"I'm fine. I don't need your help." Ahh, the wounded pride of a woman shining through.

"Suit yourself." I lean back against the wall, wondering how long we'll be held captive.

I fucking hate this goddamn b
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