Page 39 of Dark Obsession
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"No, but I go into that coffee shop all the time. Just odd coincidence." I shrugged and moved toward the bathroom. "Thanks again, Mr. Webb."
"Sure, son."
I closed the door behind me as the room spun. Jenna Webb? The billionaire heiress to a fortune bigger than anything we could have imagined was working as a coffee barista on the shitty side of town? And her father was DA?
The girl I'd spanked the night before?
The one that cried my name?
The woman I wanted to drop to a knee for?
My Jenna? This shit couldn't be happening. It just couldn't.
