Love in the CEO's Trap
Then, before I could stop myself, I added, “And then we join up with them and fall into mutual weirdness and call it love.”
He grinned. “Dr. Seuss.”
“Wow.” I blinked. “Didn’t expect you to quote him.”
He gave a half-shrug, looking proud of himself. “Didn’t expect you to finish the quote either.”
Just then, the glass door swung open.
Of course. His secretary. Again. Always with the perfect timing.
“Sir, the car is ready. Everyone’s waiting for you downstairs,” she said, calm and professional, like she hadn’t just walked in on a moment.
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