The Billionaire Rockstar's Submissive
Tomichii replied, scooping up a book that had fluttered towards him.
The paper bag had landed near my feet. I bent and grabbed it, more than a little grateful the attention wasn’t on me for a moment. The contents hadn’t quite come out, but the top had unfurled, revealing a set of glazed doughnuts. When I noticed the baker’s logo, I squealed.
“Oh my, these were my favourite brand,” I said as I handed them back. “I can’t believe they’re still around.”
“Yes. Uhhh. Thanks,” the guy replied, pausing like a deer in headlights, his cheeks crimson. He clutched the bag tighter, pointed to the elevator with one finger of the hand holding the books, almost dropping them again, and walked off.
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