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The words came out soft, with more petulance than I’d meant them to have. I tried to avoid Leo’s gaze, but he caught my chin and forced me to look up at him.

“I’ve never had another woman in this office. I’m beginning to think I should be offended by the low opinion you apparently have of me.”

I swallowed hard, caught in those green orbs and unable to deny his accusation. I realized I had assumed the usual stereotypes were true without paying attention to his actions as an individual. If I’d met Leo under different circumstances and didn’t know what he was involved in, I never would have fought the pull I felt to him.

Despite knowing, and the things I’d assumed, I still kept coming back to him.

I pulled my chin from his grasp, dropping my eyes to the floor as I mumbled an apology. Too much had happened, and my mind was still muddled from the explosive orgasms. It felt like everything I’d known was turning out to be wrong.

Leo let it drop, giving me the space I wanted as I took a step away. We both stood in silence for a moment before he picked up his jacket and shrugged into it.

“I’d love for you stay with me a bit longer, but if you need to go…”

He trailed off, giving me the opening I needed. With a sharp nod I flashed him a tight smile.

“I’m sorry, I do. I need to figure out…”

Everything, my mind said, but the word caught in my throat.

Leo’s face had closed off when I glanced up, but I couldn’t worry about disappointing him at the moment. He’d changed the rules, and I needed to think through the consequences.

I took a hesitant step toward the door and flinched when he moved to intercept me. His hand raised to the back of my head as he leaned forward to press a kiss to my forehead.

“Be safe. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

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