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"You know what I want." Laura said, seated in her office chair, her eyes exploring me from head to toe as I stood beside her, within touch. "Yes," I replied. I knew what she wanted. I also knew that she would not say the words. "What do I want?" she asked, her voice thick and husky.

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I pulled my hair over my shoulder to work conditioner into the ends. Long hair is such a nightmare to maintain. "Irena." I rubbed the ends between my hands. "He isn't my usual cup of tea, darling." I quickly twisted my mane into a knot, spearing it through with the ebony hair sticks I'd picked up in Thailand.

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