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CHAPTER 093: THE WRONGEST DINNER II

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Any appetite I’d arrived with was gone.

Every time I tried to focus on my plate, his gaze wandered back to my breasts, lingering long enough to make my skin crawl.

I lowered my fork.

The tines struck the porcelain with a sharp click. Harrington glanced at the sound, then at me, as though I’d interrupted something important.

“I think we’ve strayed a little too far from the interview.”

His eyebrows rose. “You wanted honesty.”

“I wanted a job.”

“And I’m telling you how things work.”

“By s
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