He Had Me On A Contract
I shifted awkwardly on my feet, trying to gather my thoughts. How well did we know each other? Professionally? Enough to get by. Personally? Barely at all.
Paula, still smiling as if this were her favorite part of the day, leaned closer, her sharp gaze sweeping over us. “Let’s start simple. What’s Miss Miller’s favorite color, Jaime?”
I turned to him, arching a brow, curious about what he would say.
Without missing a beat, Jaime’s lips curved into a subtle smile. “Blue,” he said, his voice steady.
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