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“I don’t understand you, Jonathan—”
Оглавление“Nor I you! That man—Montgomery—he obviously has some sort of proprietorial claim on you—”
“He’s my manager, if you really want to know!” Tory glared straight back up at Jonathan as he towered over her.
“Really?” he parried.
“Yes—really!”
“And it’s obvious in what way he ‘manages’ you!”
“Why, you—!” Tory stood up, striding furiously around the table, her arm raised, ready to swing.
Jonathan easily caught hold of it. He pushed her arm back down to her side, long fingers moving down to become entwined with her own, bringing her body up close to his in the process.
His face was very close to hers as they glared at each other. “Looking at you now, your eyes flashing, face flushed—albeit with anger—I could easily give in to the temptation to manage you myself!”
