POWERLESS
“You know the saying… you can take the girl out of the Bronx, but you can’t take the Bronx out of the girl.”
Candice snorted. “Yeah, well, you better take it out before they start calling you Madam Blackwood or something.”
I rolled my eyes, but before I could respond, she let out a low whistle.
I turned, following her gaze.
Orbot stood a few feet away, arms crossed, face unreadable.
Damn this man.
Sometimes, I swear he’s more of a bodyguard than a driver.
Candice practically vibrated in her seat. “Ooooh, so he’s your bodyguard-slash-driver? Oh my God. This man needs a raise. Look at those abs. I can literally see them through his shirt.”
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