VICTORIA'S POV
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My stomach twists as I scream while laughing. Ryder's fingers attack my waist, tickling me over and over.
"Stop it!" I hiss, sounding like a yowl of a dying cat. Ryder stops, his laugh breathy and for some reason, I find it very, very attractive.
I sit against my desk, glaring up at him as he stands in front of me, grinning like a fool, but maybe, just perhaps, I am the fool.
"Don't you have your own job?" I scoff, brushing the tiny strands of hair that got loose from my face.
"It might surprise you, but I do have people working for me, and where did you think I was this morning?" He inches closer and I sit a little straighter. Of course he has people working for him. He has his own damn real estate company.
"In bed, being lazy." I shrug, and he snorts with disbe
