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Hope snuck down a back stairway and through a service entrance. She'd managed to make it to
her office without anyone spotting her. Once safely behind the heavy mahogany door, she splashed
water on her face, reapplied her makeup and smoothed her hair. Then she called Pam in lingerie
and asked for a new pair of pantyhose to be sent up.
She glanced at herself in the powder room mirror. Who exactly was she? She was furious for one
thing--a furious woman. Brad Simon had no right to take advantage of her that way. No right
at all to force himself on her and make her succumb.
She blew a puff of air and her wispy bangs lifted. No, that wasn't exactly accurate. He hadn't
forced himself--he would've stopped had she really asked, she knew that for certain. And he hadn't
forced her to succumb--just come. Boy oh boy, did she ever. |
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