I needed a job. A man with nothing to offer said that he had the goods. I hated him as soon as I stepped to my new desk. But the redhead meant to share my office was another matter altogether. I followed her into the night for a drink. Her bed seemed to offer so much more. Was I about to fall in love? Or lose myself as I forgot my name?
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