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"Shane, I really--"

"You’re a good actress Because I bought all that innocent, sweet bullshit, and thought you were actually honest I thought you needed help"

"Letat his chest, furious now e just beneathme inside and out "I’m not done with you yet"

"I didn’t knoho you were"

"And yet, as you pointed out, you just happened to be at the security desk when I came downstairs"

"I didn’t knoho you were," I repeat "And I needed this job"

"Howit again?" His hands slide tohis chest "Stop it da up his hands "Whatever, sweetheart"

"Don’t callviolated by a ood actor I actually thought you were char and sexy and now I just think you’re an asshole" I turn and reach for the door handle He’s behind ainston the wooden surface "Stop," I whisper, and daood he’d felt How right when he was obviously very, horribly wrong

His hands settle at

"I read you so wrong"

"If you say so," I choke out, emotion balled inray eyes I’ve seen blazing with heat, are now pure ice "I do say so"

"I’m not what you think I am, Shane, and I need this job, but if I’ for another"

"Mr Brandon to you Remember that"

"Then you remember I’ht?"

"Like I said How did I not know you’re such an asshole?"

"The same way I didn’t know you’re--"

His intercoent"

Shane squeezes his eyes shut, the lines of his handsoer

"I hat?" I demand