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Maddox
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SHE WAS FRIGHTENED. I could see it in her big green eyes.
Good.
The plan was to scare the f**k out of her so she’d go back to New York and get out of my life, once and for all.
“To work,” she answered.
“Bullshit. You could get a job anywhere. Especially as a receptionist. You’re here to f**k with me, aren’t you?”
Her eyes hardened. “I’m not the one who brought me here. You could just keep ignoring me in the shop and we’d both be fine.”
I looked down at her cleavage and the tight little skirt she had on. Even now I wanted to rip everything off, bury my face in her breasts, hike up her skirt, and jam my c**k deep inside of her. “Ignore you? How am I supposed to ignore you when you’re flaunting yourself in front of me at work?”
“I’m not doing any such thing,” she
