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Ethan pulled the red emergency button, and the elevator stuttered to a halt somewhere between the third and fourth floors. I stared at him, mouth hanging open. He had always been so melodramatic. “I want to know if there’s something going on between you and Jarret.”
“No,” I said too quickly to be convincing. “What would give you that idea?”
“You.” He said it very simply, as if I were supposed to comprehend the logic behind his statement.
I flung my arms out in irritation.
“I mention his name and your palms get sweaty, your heart rate spikes, and you smell like lust. You know what that smells like, right?” he asked. “Your business is all about desire and reading the signs. Don’t pretend I’m wrong.”
I closed my mouth, lest I blurt out something we’d both regret, and took another step into the corner. “Just start the elevator. Some of us need a constant supply of oxygen to survive.”
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