TWENTY-FIVE
TWENTY-FIVE “I can sit here all night,” Roxie said, pushing her breasts into her folded forearms on the table. Retrieving Astrid from the lounge had been easy. Pavlovian actually. On command, the woman jumped to her feet and followed. When led into the boardroom, Astrid’s expression could only be described as one of mortification. “Miss Kyst—” Roxie blew a raspberry. “You’ve been spending too much time with the higher ups, honey.” Shoving her upper body off the table, Roxie spun her chair a quarter turn and reclined the back to raise her legs. With full entitlement, she propped her bare feet on the tabletop. “Roxie…” “Sit down with me,” Roxie said, sinking deeper into the seat, extending her legs higher. “Kick off your shoes. Zairn wasn’t sure on the wine, but he didn’t say anythin
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