Ruined By My Bosses
Shane accompanied me upstairs at Isla’s request, reading the multiple books my daughter thrust his way without complaint, and I was under no disillusion as to the power of her puppy-dog eyes, settling in beside him on the bed as he obligingly opened the colorful cover of the first one.
At any rate, her expressive, brown orbs had drooped shut halfway through the third book, and I carefully extricated myself from the tangle of her small arms around me, tiptoeing from the room behind Shane after he’d placed the books he’d been holding back on the shelf against the far wall.
Warmth irradiated from where our thighs had been smashed together in the limited space available, and I couldn’t keep my c
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