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They also directed me toward his irresponsible owner
Keats Morgan
Mr Morgan is a twenty-nine-year-old sports agent His client list is impressive, but that’s not why he’s so popular in this city
Every reply tohas come from a woman
Twenty-three woed ht with Keats
I push my curly red hair back behind ram, but so far, he hasn’t responded When I called his office just now, the wo up on me”
“I’d get fired if I tried that trick” Arietta bites her bottom lip “I’m sorry That was insensitive I can ask at work if there are any available positions”
Arietta works as an assistant at a wealth round is in public relations “You’re an angel, Arietta, but I’ to put out some feelers today”
I’ll do that very quietly, so et wind of my employment status
“If you know the address to Mr Morgan’s office, I can drop the dog off on my way to work,” Arietta offers
Keats Morgan is all kinds of gorgeous, and I haven’t been on a date in two reen-eyed, and handsome today
“I’ll get dressed and head over to his office” I point at the cute black and tan Yorkshire Terrier sitting on the floor watching us “Say your goodbyes to Dudley because he’s about to be reunited with the man who can’t keep him on a leash”
“What the ever-loving-fig bar are you doing with Dudley?”
“Huh?” I question the way-too-good-looking man in front of me
His black hair looks like it was once perfectly styled, but a ard lock has curled onto his forehead His green eyes pierce into me as he crosses his arms over his broad chest
If gold an would be world cha the time to roll up his shirtsleeves today
This man is the definition of hot-as-hell, but what did he just say to me?
“Are you listening to er in the air toward me “Why the hell do you have Dudley? Goddaain”
I shake my head because that is a lot to absorb
“My name is Maren,” I repeat for the second time
I introduced ot off the elevator, marched toward his office, and found the door ajar The desk outside was vacant, so his receptionist or assistant, or whoever should be fielding his calls and visitors, is MIA