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"What are you talking about?" I faced Chloe as she stood way too close for my liking.
"That!" She jabbed a finger at my collar, her Botox fighting to keep her face from scrunching. "On your neck. Is that lipstick?"
The air practically vibrated with the jealous energy rolling off her. It pissed me off that Chloe still thought she had any claim on me.
She was a high school girlfriend, for f**k’s sake. Yes, I slept with her once after we broke up, but it was a drunken mistake more than a year ago. I’d told her repeatedly I wasn’t interested. How direct can a guy be before it becomes borderline aggressive?
"I don’t know how this concerns you, Chloe," I said, my tone clipped. "There’s nothing between us beyond a professional relationship."
Her nostrils flared, two red spots bloomi
