Page 35 of Strictly Yours

His lips are a breath away from mine when there’s a knock at the door.

“Fuck,” he grumbles as I step away, cheeks flushed, pussy aching. “Go away.”

I chuckle as I hurry over to the door and open it.

“Oh my god!” It’s Willow. She’s standing in the doorway with a fresh tan, looking refreshed and more well-rested than I’ve seen her look in a long time. She has a breezy linen jumpsuit on,sunglasses perched on top of her head, and averystartled look on her face.

I jump on her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” she whispers in my ear. “Are you in a hostage situation or something?”

I lean back and chuckle as I look at her. “Nothing like that.”

She hasn’t blinked once. She looks at me, then at Logan, and then back to me, not knowing what to think. “What is happening?”

“Logan and I hit it off,” I tell her. “We’re… dating.”

Her mouth drops. “Shut. Up.”

“It’s actually more than that,” Logan says as he comes over and puts his arm around my waist. “We’re in love.”

She’s staring at us in stunned silence. I’m trying not to laugh at the crazed, confused look in her eyes.

“You can close your mouth now,” I whisper to her.

She shuts her mouth, walks over to the chair, and plops down into it, holding her forehead. “Wait. What? Can someone please explain what the hell is going on? You’redating?”

I sit beside her, take her hand, and tell her everything from the beginning.

“I go away for two weeks and the entire world flips upside down.” She turns to Logan, blinking. “You look… happy.”

“It’s good to see you, Willow,” he says. “You look so relaxed. It suits you well.”

“Thanks,” she says, clearly suspicious. “Hawaii was amazing.”

“I’m glad you had a good time,” he says. “You should take at least one vacation a year. Actually—starting now, I’m making it mandatory.”

She narrows her worried eyes on me. “What did you do to him?” she asks me under her breath.

“I smiled at him once,” I whisper. “He never recovered.”

Willow shakes her head like she’s in some kind of rom-com fever dream. “Okay, well… What else did I miss? Is VANTAGE officially dead?”

“No,” Logan says, leaning against his desk. “I found a solution.”

Willow and I say the same thing at the same time. “You did?”

He turns his attention to me. “You gave me the idea.”

“I did?”

“She did?”

He nods. “Eva isn’t the problem. She just needs to be less robotic. More human. More… fun.”

Willow squints. “So, what? You want to give her a makeover?”

“I want Amber to be her voice,” he says. “Her personality. Her everything.”

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