Something about you lit a fire in me. You’re not just any woman, baby. I watched you walk out and signaled my men. In two minutes, you were in my office, furious, smashing things. I grabbed your arm, pulled you to me, and pinned you to my desk. “Listen, baby girl,” I growled. “Are you ready to behave, or do I need to teach you who’s boss?”
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