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2024-10-29 19:42:56Our “conversation” started off about as well as expected. He leaned forward in his chair and looked over my body slowly. Again. I hated it.
When Jack looked at me, it was always with love and admiration. Hell, even Arthur looked at me with an artistic appreciation, if nothing else. But Victor? The way he stared at me felt cheap and disgusting. I tried to cover myself with my arms as if that would somehow lessen the intensity of his gaze.
It didn’t. However, it did amuse him enough to get him to stop staring at me that way. He sat back in the chair again and chuckled softly.
“Alright, Anna, let’s-”
"Ms. Walton."
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