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Оглавление“What is it exactly that you do for Beaux Hommes, Mr. Walsh?”
His eyes grew hooded. Tossing his glasses onto the desk behind him, he slowly pulled his sweatshirt off to reveal a wickedly cut torso, his obliques so defined they were like funnels for the eye, drawing it straight to... Whoa.
Harper lost her battle to subdue a heated blush. “You’re a stripper. Why are you working in the office?”
His face closed down. “They keep the Hooked on Phonics in the closet for us to come by and use whenever we want.”
“I didn’t mean it that way,” she fumbled, beyond irritated that she’d so completely lost her footing. She’d known he was a stripper. She just hadn’t expected him to own it with such authority—or to demonstrate it.
His shoulders went rigid. “Stop assuming I’m stupid.”
“Then stop using your body as your primary asset!”
And that, right there, was the problem. She’d assumed he was harmless.
She wouldn’t make that mistake again.
