меня всё ещё прёт, да
просто фразочки из того самого фанфика...Because smart chicks are hot, science fact.
But if there’s one thing that Adelle DeWitt likes, it’s power. Also, alcohol. But mostly power...
“You have got to be kidding me. You have got to be fucking kidding me. I know what happens in that chair! I know, because I’m normally the one doing it!”
“Do you trust me?” She’s impassive as ever, the goddamn ice queen of Los Angeles.
“Honestly?” he asks. She nods silently. “No.”
He struggles for words, trying to disguise how completely undone he is by this woman, who is at once the most dangerous and most damaged person he’s ever met, and yes he is including Alpha and Dr Saunders in that assessment.
When he’s satisfied that she’s not going to fall – since injuring Adelle DeWitt during sex = A Very Bad Move for his sex life, professional life, and his life full stop...
“You know what will happen if you tell anyone about this,” she says as she zips up her skirt.
“Destination: Attic?” he asks, gloomily.
... he has no freaking idea of what the protocol is to being relieved of your virginity by your smoking hot but possibly evil and almost definitely alcoholic boss.
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