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“Take off the rose-colored glasses”

Her mouth dropped “What?”

“You’d have to be stupid to love Oliver And whatever you are, Miss Marlowe, you’re not stupid”

The conversation had taken a strangely personal turn Her heart pounded But there seeive voice to her feelings before She whispered, “How did you guess?”

He rolled his eyes “You wear your heart on your face” He paused “I’m sure Oliver knows exactly how you feel”

Horror went through her “Oh, no—he couldn’t possibly—”

“Of course he knows,” Stavros said brutally “How else could he have taken advantage of you all these years?”

“Advantage?” Astonished, she looked up at him “Of me?”

He looked down at her seriously “I have ten thousand employees around the world And fro one”

“Mr Minos—”

“Call me Stavros,” he ordered

“Stavros” She blushed “I’ht—”

“Yes, ho for a raise, even though you were paying for your sister to go to college Which, by the way, she could have gotten a job and paid for herself”

Her blush deepened in confusion “I take care of my sister because—because she’s my responsibility I take care of Oliver because, because,” she continued, faltering, “I’m his employee At least I was”

“And because you’re in love with him”