DanielleI frowned. “Are we going to talk about last night?”“If you need to.”“Um, yeah, I need to, Austin. You held me against my will and left me to get drunk in a dark, isolated office.”“I did.”“You’re not even going to deny it?” I don’t know why I was surprised, but I was.“Nope,” he said, and opened the bottle of pain relief.“I hate you so much right now.” I stomped my foot and turned on my heel. “I’m leaving.”I stormed back the way I came, let myself into the bedroom, and made a valiant effort to find my clothes.“They’re not in here, babe.”I turned and scowled at Austin leaning against the doorjamb. “Where are they?”“Laundry.” He pushed away from the door and smiled. “Take these.”I narrowed my eyes at him. “What’s your game, mister?”“No game, baby. Just ibuprofen for your head.”“No, not that,” I said, taking the pills from him and swallowing them without water. Gross. “Why are my clothes in the laundry? I’m going to have to wear them home, right?”He shook his head an
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