Chapter 17

Chapter

17

The bulk of the day went by

Oscar to change.

by without any

Aan weaseled his way into her offer a few minutes before she neede

He entered her office without knocking g and plopped himself int

eyes at the expectant look on his face.

"Tea. Spill. Now, Aaron demanded seriously

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Katrina rolled her eyes at him a second time and sighed. She sent the email and turned in look at hun. "What do you want to ku Innocently. Aaron laughed. "Everything. He kissel you already!" he asked with a smirk.

She stood and grabbed her cout from off its hanger, slipping it on and then beginning in pack up I refusing to look at Aaron as she spoke. sip herhnelene. "It was hardly al

she mandled

Aaron perked up in his seat, "Oh It sounds like there's a story!

y behind your words" he asked with a mischnevars stile. She motioned for Aaron to get out of his chair. He listened, thankfully, and she turned off the light in her office and made her way to the elevator: "He's just oddly particular about kissing." Katrina explained with a shrug of her shoulders.

She pressed the "down" arrow on the elevator and checked the time on her phone. She hopeil Oscar had been able to find what she needed for the baseball game. She felt terrible for pawning more responsibility off on him, but Kylan had insisted she is present for all meetings and negotiititatis throughout the day, so she had no choice but to ask her driver for help.

What do y you mean? The man has probably slept with half the women in this city, at the very least," Aaron doors opened.

n said incredulously, just as the elevator

She stepped inside and Aaron followed her, Jeaning against the wall and crossing his arms. Tim not denying he has she replied simply "But that doesn't mean he isn't particular about kissing, she reiterated.

and shrugged his shoulders. "Fine. Are you still feeling okay about the whole thing? Has your dad freaked out yet?" he

shook her head. "No, I don't think he has any idea still. I want to talk to him in person, ideally. Maybe explain the whole thing, or at least as much as Kylan will allow me to." The elevator doors pulled open,

with Kylan. She looked back at Aaron. "No more questions. Thank you for asking how I'm doing. but I'm still good. We'll

smiled at him, pausing to wrap an arm around his

where his hand rested. "We better. You let me

does anything

at Aaron. "Gardner, get back to work." he snapped at him Aaron removed his arm from around her and she was thankful he didn't roll his eyes at

watched him leave and then looked at Kylan. "Are you ready

not. Let's go. He stepped back so Oscar could open the

then handing her a brown

She looked at Kylan after taking hold of the bag. "I'll be about fifteen minutes. Do you want to come inside, so you aren't waiting in the

to remember if it was in acceptable condition for him to see it, and she thought it

his throat. "Alright," he grunted, opening the car door, and stepping

he did it. She remembered what she

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was out of the car, she didn't let

the elevator, Thor

proximity. She redly colour think she would ever get ined to it, being so close to her boss, or feeling his

She fished his keys out of hey bitch as with her fire

hesitated. She glanned at kylan, who was

cough,

and gesture il tache dom. "Come and then, we

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to," he said briskly.

partiment. She adserved his face and was relieved to see that he didn't openly look slisgusted, at

she entered, watching as

awkwardly. Please help yourself any sinks you

as good enough and

comments of the bag out her bed and picked up the jersey for them. She upped the tag oft and then slipped it over her head,

dew pieces. She sprayed han spray to finish her hair, Hutting up the pieces afterward She spritzed some perfume across her mascara, linudsed

a ang some on

and

on the wall in her living and dining rooms, his hands in the pockets of his pants, "I painted that commented, shipping on her

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