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As you wish, Princess
CHARLES FOX. I leaned against the window, grinning as I watched Ruby wrestle with the bag and documents I had sent her to keep in my car. She was fuming. One of the bags had snagged on the door handle, and it pissed her off so much that she yanked at it repeatedly in a hilariously aggressive way, sending the files spilling all over the ground. Her cheeks were already flushed bright red, and she let out a silent scream, pulling at her hair in sheer frustration. It was like watching a little firecracker go off—adorable and oddly attractive in the most unexpected way. Ruby crouched down, furiously gathering the scattered papers; I could practically hear her cursing me out under her breath. Thank God I wasn’t within arm’s reach, or I’m pretty sure she would have used my head as a punching ba
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