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5. Quick Learner
Dominic
Cade stood next to Petra with one hand on her stomach, literally humping her leg while she grins like a fucking idiot. Van humped the floor while Law and East both rolled their hips against the wall. Fucking bastards. I shook my head and looked back to the class, now all focused on the spectacle at the door—except Rochelle. She found the padded flooring more interesting than anything.
"Should we just ignore them?" Little man asked?
"Please do. Eyes on me, and we'll get started for real this time. I'll be pairing you up soon and coming around to monitor, but first, I need a volunteer to show you what we'll be working on."
Four of the women took steps back, letting me know they actually needed to be here and we should focus on them. The little man winked and smiled before folding his arms across where his chest should be – he was skinnier than Rochelle. Damn shame. I was going to assume that wink was a figment of my imaginat
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