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She crinkles her forehead. “Excuse me?” “It’s something my father used to say. If eating a frog is the worst thing you have to do in a day, don’t put it off. Do it first thing and get it out of the way.” Her gorgeous green eyes k****e with anger. “You’re comparing kissing me to eating a f*****g frog?” God, I love that temper. I love that I don’t intimidate her. I love that she never tries to impress me, never bites her tongue, never backs down. I love that she doesn’t care about my money, my title, or my family name. I’ve never met a woman who wasn’t after at least one of those. Most of all I love that though she’d rather die than admit it, she’s enjoying this bargain of ours as much as I am. Those cheeks are pink from more than anger. “It’s a metaphor. But I was talking about you,”
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