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“May I join you?” Ethan motioned to the spot on the couch next to Alison.
“Ah...” Alison cleared her throat, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “Sure.”
“Thank you.” Ethan sat.
Usually Harker admired the other man’s obsession with asking permission for everything, but tonight it was a little irritating. They all knew what was going to happen. They’d planned everything in advance. Soon, Ethan would be touching her, restraining her, eating her p***y. The man didn’t need to ask if he could sit next to her on the freaking couch and there was definitely no reason for Alison to almost f*****g melt when she looked at the other man. Yes, women found Ethan gorgeous, but he was just a man.
“What do you like to drink?” Ethan stared at Alison as if she were the last woman in the world.
