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Rolling her head on the wall, Shyla caught sight of the third bedroom, where Fish slept on the nights he wasn’t crashing at the club or at Beeks’. There was a bed right there. If she’d been thinking and capable, she could’ve taken a swing at coercing Score into it. The thought proved her to be a liar. After earlier claiming not to be a lush, there she was considering seducing her boss in another man’s bed.
“Come, Shyla,” Score commanded in a stern voice.
Trust him to say that word in the moment she was visualizing them being together. Her new fantasy gave her the strength to push away from the wall. Score coughed to get her attention up.
“What?” she asked, returning to her place on the floor opposite him. “Sorry…” But she wasn’t supposed to apologize. “Sorry.”
His slow blink was alm
