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Chapter 8

“What the fuck are you doing here?” My mystery man, who I just found out was also my boss, growled and stood up from the chair at the head of the table.

I'm fighting with my body right now. One part is demanding I just leave. This job isn't worth it, but the other part is telling me I deserve this job. Just because I had a one-night stand with my boss, technically before I had even started my job, doesn't mean I don't deserve to have this job when I know I'm damn well qualified for it.

“I needed to speak with you,” I mumbled in embarrassment that I just barged in, told off the Sergeant at arms for calling me a bitch and then almost fell on my face in front of the asshole that kicked me out last night.

“And I told you if you wanted another round, I'd be back at the bar tonight. You did not need to come up in my clubhouse throwing attitude because you want another go with my dick,” he growled and crossed his arms.

“I'm sorry?” I asked, shocked that he would actually think that was the a
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