First one broad shoulder, then the other squeezed into her office. He stepped inside as if he owned the place. “After all, I did as you asked. I didn’t surprise you this time. I made an appointment. And—” he checked his watch, mimicking the way she had over a week ago in the orphanage parking lot “—you owe me the next hour.”
She gulped. An hour with Matt Cutter! Her heart fluttered, and she clenched her hands. She wouldn’t allow him to affect her that way. Any way. “What do you want?”
He closed the door behind him and gave the bright garish decor geared more toward kids than adults a once-over. “I thought I made that clear last time. I want…need you.”
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