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At least, that’s the story Pilar told ht

Blood thru with anticipation, I stroll past Violet’s , pausing at her open door and knocking before I enter I don’t bother waiting for her to acknowledgeshort in front of her desk when I get a good look at her

And just about have a heart attack

Jesus, what is she wearing? A sleek black dress that hugs her breasts and reveals her slender ar her neck, wavy tendrils brushing against her skin The look is simple but effective

As in, one look at her and I’ry for

"Ryder" She blinks up atbrown eyes wide and full of shock "Wh-what are you doing here?"

"We have a aze to hers "Fiveto the neckline of her dress It gapes slightly at the front, allowing ht of the sheer white lace bra covering her full, telossy peach-colored lips part as she stares atto fantasize later about ives herself a little shake Like she’s just as entranced as I a "Of course I remember I was just about to head to the conference room"

"Sa, because I’ive her the opportunity to refuseto sit in on theinto peachy lush flesh, and holy fuck, who knew that sort of innocent look could be so sexy?

"I don’tfor Rose" I’ve spoken with her before She’s friendlier than Violet, much more open "If you don’t"

Violet tilts her head back, conte me, and I realize what a power position I have over her She’s seated; she’s the one behind the twenty-thousand-dollar desk Truly, she’s the one with the power overover her, I know that in this mo love it

"No I don’t rabbing her cell phone and setting it on top so everything is in a nice, neat pile Her office is clean, not a hint of clutter to be found anywhere, and I bet where she lives is the sa up so she can get a little dirty Have so she’s orderly to a fault

That sounds infinitely boring

"She should be here any second," Violet says when I remain quiet, as if she’s desperate to fill the silence