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he replied, before reminding me to fasten my seatbelt.
"Alright, sir," I said, sealing my lips.
I took my phone to distract my brain, already sweating in the car. Despite the air conditioning, I felt aroused, sitting in the same car as my boss and breathing the same air he breathed.
I did not look at him. Instead, I texted Mary: "I am getting married to my boss today."
"What?" Mary gasped, replying immediately.
"Are you serious, Fiona? You are marrying Rowan Carson. He is out of your league, and he has a fiancée," she said, doubting my truth.
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