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“What do you want?” she just barely resisted the urge to stomp her foot. Though he seemed pleased at his ability to anger her, he didn’t say anything. Instead he grabbed her arm and tried to lead her to a nearby booth.
Chloe shook her arm free and glared, much more confidant doing so in the Talon than in the caves. “I swear to God if you man handle me again I’ll make sure that you can’t produce heirs,” she snapped and marched over to the booth. He looked shocked at her outburst and followed her slowly.
“Chloe, I didn’t mean—“
“You did too,” she cut him off with a pointed glare. “I meant it too.”
She’d never seen him look so uncomfortable before (well okay, maybe just that one time when she’d had her adventure on K-brand wacky gas), which oddly didn’t please her as much as she thought it would. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, holding her gaze.
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