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Ramirez Gonzales. “Does she have to work in your office?” Anita snaps after Ariel’s sudden entrance. It wasn’t really an interruption because nothing was going to happen either way. Not after Ariel shredded me with her words earlier in the morning. The last thing I’d ever want right now is Anita grinding against me like she can fix whatever’s broken. My mind is not here. My body doesn’t even respond. “Get up.” I mutter, rolling my eyes. With an exaggerated huff, she finally climbs off me. “If you don’t want me, I’ll find someone else who does,” she threatens, like it’s supposed to make me jealous. “Okay,” I reply flatly, rising from the chair. She doesn’t get it. I couldn’t care less. Her whole performance barely registered in my mind or on my c**k. “Ramirez!?” she screeches, sto