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34. Private Tool
I felt the color drain from my face as I stared into his steel-gray orbs. “Didn’t expect to see me?” Private Johnson said with a smirk. My eyes widened in confusion. At the ball, he refused to shake my hand or even acknowledge my presence. But he stands before me, as my highest bidder. Suddenly, my lingerie felt far too small and restricting as this man stood before me. Why did it have to be him....? “I am quite surprised,” I stated frankly, trying to ignore my growing discomfort. His steel grey eyes looked me up and down, causing my throat to constrict. My mind swirled with so many questions and as his orbs stared at me, I felt small. The little resolve that was holding this evening together was crumbling and I wished that I could just shift, tear him apart, and make my escape.
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