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"Are you done checking me out?" he asked amused, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips.

"Are you done being cocky?" I retorted.

He chuckled and said: "Always have answers ready for everything huh?"

"What can I say? Now, let's talk about what we actually came here for."

He looked down at his coffee mug and started to talk. "Last night I invited Pamela, the redhead, for a one night stand. She wore her red corset that her boyfriend bought for her and I accidentally tore it apart. Needless to say I had to buy her a new one. She persisted that I needed to go with her to buy it or she would cause a scene in my company. And that's the last thing that I want, I don't want all my employees to know that their boss is going around tearing girl's corsets apart. So I decided to go with her."

He looked up at me, waiting for my response.

"That still didn't answer my question."

"What was your question again?" he asked again. I rolled my eyes at him. Does he suffer from memory loss or something?