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Lirael's POV

She stared at me, but instead of arguing, she eased her skirt down her thighs, smoothing out the wrinkles. Then she fussed with her hair a little, avoiding my eyes.

I wouldn’t let her get away with that, though. “We seem to be making a habit of revenge.”

Her gaze met mine, and I wasn’t sure what I saw in it. It better not be fucking regret.

“It won’t happen again,” she said. “I don’t want anything to do with Jovan anymore. Not outside of work, anyway.”

I nodded, satisfied to hear Jovan was out of chances. Less satisfied that she was stating this would be the last time I got to touch her. Having had another taste, I wasn’t sure I’d be happy until I’d fucked her again. Completely gotten her out of my system. But we’d cross that bridge when we came to it.

She finished straightening herself out, and rather than lingering and letting her know that I wasn’t quite on board with her declaration, I returned to my desk.

She watched me with a frown. “Aren’t you going to . . .