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Mistletoe Manipulation
Damn, I thought. That really was some fucking weird shit. My thoughts immediately diverted back to her as the bartender slid me my drink. I looked at the clear liquid thinking about how wet that girl had been for me. “You like to fuck people…”…"Pathetic…"
I looked around for her again and didn’t see her. So I smirked, thinking clearly that she was probably still in the bathroom recovering. You hit that good, I told myself, my smirk transforming into a smile. I sighed, thinking over when I could make my escape now and wondering how I could find her again.
Suddenly, a strong hand was on my shoulder and I turned quickly to see my partner Charlie standing with her. I stared back and forth between them in quick confusion, wondering how in the fuck they knew each other. His face was bright red from the alcohol, like hers, and she was glowing and smirking back at me.
“Edward! I want you to meet my daughter Bella! She’ll be graduating this year with her degree in Business Finance and I hoped to appoint her as our new Chief Financial Officer for the Seattle branch,” he exclaimed, hugging her in a sideways embrace. “It's a big job, but she can handle anything! She’s already been looking at the books, ambitious and ready to dig in,” he said proudly, looking down at her in admiration. And then he chuckled. “Like I always say, get them young and they’ll always be loyal and hardworking. She’s got a great work ethic!”
My fucking heart stopped and my face grew hot. I stared back at her in veiled panic as she smiled sweetly and reached out to shake my hand. Holy fucking…
I stared back between the both of them again, wondering whether I’d just been played by the sexiest fucking co-ed I’d ever seen or whether I was somehow in deep shit. Or both. You can always blame the accountant if you can't keep her quiet, I thought quickly. You should have followed your gut on this one!
“Nice to meet you, Bella,” I offered dryly, staring her down, wanting immediate answers, letting her know I wouldn’t go down without a fight. She smirked in mock confusion, still shaking my hand and digging her nails into my palm.


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