The Denver Alpha
“He wouldn’t even have to know! Why can’t the men in my life just let me live it?”
“You’re technically not even old enough to be here,” I remind her.
She holds up a finger. “Ah, but I’m old enough to work here! I looked it up before I came in to interview.”
Rather than stopping short in front of the desk, Juliet starts to round it, coming to my side. My eyes unwittingly drop to her legs- those fucking legs- which is why I’m not paying attention when she leans in and steals my glass of bourbon, bringing it to her lips and downing it like a shot. She then flashes me a smile, setting the glass back down as she hops up to sit on the edge of the desk.
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