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Zephyra's POV

Anger whipped through me. What sort of cold, empty life would allow him to see a simple coincidence as some subterfuge to manipulate him? “Are you insinuating that I used my body to get this job for my firm? Because if you are, it sounds very much like you’re suggesting I prostituted myself.”

He stalked closer and my breath caught. I hated that even though I was furious with him, my body reacted to his proximity. He was the only man who had given me such intense pleasure, and apparently my body didn’t care that he was insulting my integrity. It just wanted to relive the feeling of his head between my legs and the way he filled me so thoroughly.

My gaze snapped back to his as I realized it had drifted down to his lips.

My nipples tightened even more, and I was sure by now they must be visible. I crossed my arms as if I was bored with this conversation.

Only the smirk curling his lips let me know I hadn’t succeeded.

He was standing so close that I needed to angle my chin s