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Please.

Polaris

I snicker at the incredulous and sarcastic tone in his email. I don’t get to see this side of him often. Grinning, I pull up a reply, intending to write something more outrageous.

Because I’m sure it’ll put a smile on his face.

And something tells me Polaris doesn’t smile a lot.

“I didn’t know marketing was this much fun.”

I freeze, recognizing the deep voice before I feel his heated presence behind me.

Ethan Anderson.

Chapter 30

Fumbling with my phone,I quickly click it off before turning around, finding the ice monster standing there, looking like an overlord inspecting his minions in his navy suit and tie.

My favorite color on him.

I snap to attention. Where on earth did that come from?

“Did you get off at the wrong floor? This is marketing.” What I really wanted to say was,are you lost, asshole? But considering his last name, I figured that probably wasn’t wise.

His perfectly styled hair—not a single strand out of place—gleams under the office lights. Ethan’s lips twitch in a barely there smirk and the smallest thrill trembles inside me.

Smile, monster. Smile, dammit.

“Interesting.”

“That’s it? A one word response completely unrelated to my question?”

Ethan plays with his cuff links—the same black circular ones I’ve seen him wear every single time.

“Some things never change, apparently,” he murmurs cryptically.

“What are you talking about?”

“You always spoke your mind. It’s nice to see that quality hasn’t faded away.”

I arch my brow. “I wasn’t aware I knew you back then. What makes you the expert on me?”

He falters, and that half twitch-smile promptly disappears from his face. Why do I get a sense he’s holding back something…something important?

Straightening up, his eyes burn into me. “I’ve heard plenty of stories from Liam. You were infamous.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare back at him. “Have you readPride and Prejudice? In the story, Elizabeth Bennett is prejudiced toward the cold Mr. Darcy and Darcy, himself, is full of pride. They wasted a lot of time because of these qualities.”

Those ever-changing eyes of his sharpen, but this time, I see a spark of amusement in them. “Your point is?”

“To have both qualities inonepersonis unfortunate. And sad. And I’m talking about you, if you haven’t figured it out yet.”

This time, a faint imprint of a dimple flashes on his face and my heart flips.

What devastation will he unleash if he smiles?

I bite my tongue. The man is too hot for his own good.

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