Between Two Naughty Wolves
He froze mid-rise and Lydia pointed a shaky finger toward a hallway.
“Dillon, bedroom. Now.”
He pouted but finally slunk away, thankfully taking his gleaming torso with him.
“Ms. Hayes, I am so sorry,” Lydia babbled, tying her robe tightly. “Please, have a seat. We can talk about this.”
My eyes darted to the damp-looking couch and then to a suspicious puddle on the floor near the leg and I decided standing was definitely the way to go.
“I’m good. Look, Lydia, if the pay at LunaTech isn’t enough, you could have just asked for a raise. You didn’t have to start a… side hustle as a p**n actress.”
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