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I switched off my mic and stepped back from him with a deep breath, trying to regain control of my runaway heart. “It worked. Thanks for playing your part.” He frowned and turned off his own mic. “You don’t need to thank me, love.” “It must have looked convincing. Now they’ll all be talking about the two of us being together.” “Yes, you got exactly what you wanted.” His voice sounded almost…bitter. What was his problem? Last night he’d said he wasn’t interested in me and had agreed to this plan. Crap, he better not be having second thoughts. “What we wanted.” I smoothed my dress, making sure I looked presentable. “We should go back inside.” “You go ahead. I need a moment.” He adjusted his jeans in that way guys did when they were trying to be subtle about having a hard-on, but it only
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