Submit To Me
His slim black tie, patterned cobalt suit, and onyx cufflinks complete the ensemble.
"It's okay," Fabiola answers. "We didn't—"
"Coffee?" he interrupts, setting his briefcase on the table before grabbing the pot, which none of us have touched yet, off the far counter. Though the basket of individually wrapped muffins and stack of oranges and bananas are tempting, my guts are too unruly to handle food. "These are freshly ground beans from Sea Glass. Amazing stuff, you have to try it."
I give Fabiola a squinty glance. She cringes, mouthing, He can be oblivious, sorry, at me. Turning in my chair, I flash a tense smile at Josh.
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