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(Book #7 of the Best Friend Series) __________________________________________ "Oh really?" Daxon smirks, leaning against the back of his desk, palms pressed to the glass. I notice the way his fingers curl around the edge and how his knuckles turn white from the grip; almost like he's restraining himself from something. "Yes," I grit my teeth together. "So, what I'm hearing, is that you need to leave early because you have a date?" He tilts his head slightly, trying to feign confusion. "That's what I said," I snootily respond, becoming tired with his games. "And why didn't you just ask your dad?" "I did," I try not to scream at him. "But he told me to ask you considering you are the one working tonight." That same, signature smirk graces his lips once again and he chuckles softly. "Then no." I narrow my eyes, irritation trying to consume me. "Excuse me?" "You cannot leave early." And he stands up, walking in front of me, so close I can smell his no doubt expensive cologne. Then he's behind me and the heat radiating from him brings back the thoughts that I tried to bury. "I have better plans for you." And then he's gripping my hair and tilting my head back WARNING-EXPLICIT CONTENT Sexual Content, Violence, Strong Language, Drug and Alcohol Use
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