“The hell you will,” Dante spits, rage lighting up his features.“Fucking hell,” I mutter, shutting my laptop. “Dante, I really don’t have time for this. This is a business meeting with someone who just happens to be an old friend—”“Friend?” Gabbi cuts in, a smirk spreading across his face. “Is that what we’re calling it these days?”A growl rumbles from Dante’s chest, and I roll my eyes.“One, Gabbi—not helpful. Two, Dante, cut the shit. This is my job. A job, I’ll remind you, that your father gave me. So back the hell off, go do whatever it is you do during the day, and we can argue about our sex life at home,” I snap.Grayson snickers from the door where Gabbi brushed past him. He stage-whispers, “That’s my favorite little ballbuster.”Gabbi’s still wearing that smug, shit-eating grin like he knows something we don’t. And Dante? Dante looks like he’d murder everyone in the room if he could.Which… makes me wonder why he’s this pissed about me leaving this morning.Well. That and a
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