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“You're insufferable, Remington. Is that better?”

I grab her chin and lean it up towards me, staring down into her eyes. “Are you this upset because you didn't get to go on one date with Marco?”

“Why do you keep bringing up Marco?” She glares at me. “I don't care that you ruined my Friday night. And in fact, he was so sweet. He actually rescheduled the date to Sunday. So, it's still happening.”

I feel my heart racing for a couple of moments at her words. Is she kidding? “I thought he had to work?”

“Yeah, well, he was able to switch his schedule.” She smiles at me sweetly. “So, I will be going on that date. Thank you very much.”

“Good for you,” I say. “Because obviously, that's what you want, right?”

“That's what I want. I wanted to go tonight, but instead, I have to work.”

I look down at her trembling lips. “I mean, if you’re that mad, I can sweeten the pot for you.”

“What do you mean,sweeten the pot for me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe make you happy for a few moments. Like earlier.”

“What?” she says. “What are you talking about?” She pauses. “Wait, are you going to order me food?”

“Would you like that? Do you want me to order some dinner?” I say, feeling myself growing tense as she comes even closer to me. Is she going to pretend today didn’t happen? “Or do you wantmeto be dinner?”

She grips my upper arms and presses herself against me. For a few moments, I think she's going to kiss me. She leans up on her tippy toes, and my heart races as I lean down to press my lips against hers, but suddenly, she dodges to the right and whispers in my ear, “I can get my own food. Thank you very much. I don’t need or want to feast on you. Now, what's the work that I need to be doing?”

Chapter Seventeen

Juniper

I cannot believe how quickly my heart is racing. I stand next to Remington Parker, and I can feel how tense he is. My lips are pressed against his ear, and I can feel his arms around my waist, holding me close. He pushes me back slightly, and I look into his face. His lips are dangerously close to mine. I want to kiss him. I want him to kiss me, but I don’t. I don’t even know what’s going on. I don’t even know why I’m so upset. Maybe I’m just frustrated from earlier. Maybe I’m ready for the games to end and the fun to begin. I can only take so much teasing.

Seeing him there in the office, talking and laughing with Liam Gallagher as if they didn’t have a care in the world, incensed me. Especially when he asked me if I was okay and they both looked me over in my exercise clothes and wondered what I was doing.

“Shall we get to work?” I say quickly, stepping back. Remington runs his fingers through his hands and blinks rapidly as if he's both frustrated and annoyed at the same time. Good!

“Yeah, I'm going to need you to bring up all the files that you have on the Fallon case and then on the Gilroy case and then on the Stevenson case.”

“Which Stevenson case?” I say, frowning. “You mean the Jasmine Stevenson case? That's not even related to Liam. Or should I say, Mr. Gallagher?”

“Please get the files that I asked you to get.” He stares at me. “I'm going to need you to print out every document on the Fallon case from last year.

“What?” I let out a deep sigh. “Fine, I’ll go and do that now, sir.”

“That’s more like it,” he says with a smirk.

“Excuse me?”

“I like it when you call mesir.”

“Don't get used to it.” I'm about to call him Mr. Parker again, but I don't. For some reason, even though he seems annoyed, I feel like it makes him feel as if he's got even more power over me, and I don't want him to feel that, even though he really does.

For some reason, Remington Parker is looking even more handsome tonight. His tie is almost completely off. The top button of his shirt is undone, and his normally immaculate trousers are wrinkled. He catches me staring at him and raises a single eyebrow. “What's going on?”

His dark eyes look brooding for a couple of seconds, and I shake my head wordlessly.

“Why were you looking at me like that? Is there something on my pants? Or…” He offers me a teasing smile.

“Or what?” I ask him.

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