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She dug through her bag and pulled out a pair of sweats and a hoody to put on.

“Put a skirt on,” Lance said, his voice husky.

“Not your sub,” she muttered as she dragged a pair of clean panties up her thighs.

“Hey, I was just remembering the fun we used to have working when you were wearing a skirt.”

She turned to see him sitting up now, smirking.

“Lance, honey. I don’t think we got a lot of work done back then.”

She stepped into the sweats and pulled a t-shirt on over it. The building was warm and if Lance were going to be in the room working with her, she probably wouldn’t need the hoodie.

Downstairs, she opened her laptop and got to work researching Sebastian Forcythe, all the while wondering if she should have put on a skirt.

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