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Chapter 11

Later, in the kitchen, he tried to hide in his coffee mug.

I wore cherry lip balm and a sinful smirk. I licked a spoon—slowly. Meaningfully. With a small moan that could get me arrested.

He choked on his espresso.

Honestly? Petty felt powerful.

And maybe he looked at me like he was ready to either k...