My cheeks burn at the thought of why I would call him Sir, down on my knees and—nope, I won’t allow myself to go there with such naughty thoughts.
He’s off-limits and a thorn in my side.
Never say never.
He is hot.
Grumplicious.
Alphalicious.
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“Hey, I never got your name.”
He clears his throat. “Good.”
“What am I supposed to call you?” I ask. Why is he being so freaking difficult?
“Sir works for me,” he says.
I huff under my breath. “I’m not calling you Sir.”
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