International Playboy Spy

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Ben’s POV “So… are we just going to sit here all day?” Abby asks, raising her eyebrow at me as she taps her fingers on her desk impatiently. “Just until my nuts descend back down to where they belong.” I shrug in reply whilst reading the last few sentences of the file in my hands. Her friend, who has been sitting at her computer listening to us snap at each other for the past half an hour, stifles a scoff as she pretends to type on her keyboard. Abby shoots her a look and rolls her eyes. “I can see and hear you both, you know.” I mutter, snapping the file shut and dropping it down onto Abby’s desk. “Good… you were supposed to.” Abby replies, leaning back in her chair to look up at me. I smile at her in reply as I stand perched against the edge of her desk and we stare at each

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