Page 50 of Dirty Politics


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Technically true.

“But...”

“But what?” he said, his breathing still irregular. “You don’t work for me.”

“I did.” she said.

And people will think I’m a slut who gets her jobs by sleeping with her boss,she thought, hanging her head toward the floor.

“What is it?” he said.

“I don’t want people to think I slept my way to the top,” she said.

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. She longed to touch his hair again and feel it on her skin.

“You didn’t.”

“They won’t know that,” she said.

He placed his hands on his hips and exhaled loudly.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have,” she said. “I started it.”

“No. No. You were...”

Liv suddenly remembered that her dress was gaping open, and she pulled it together at her chest. “I should probably get changed.”

He nodded as she scurried into the bathroom and slammed the door.










Chapter Twenty-Two

As soon as Liv wasgone, Will ran his hands through his hair again. He exhaled and swore quietly.

He couldn’t stay in the room any longer with her, so he grabbed his wallet and room key and left. He texted her on his way out that he had to meet some people - a lie.

“Whiskey,” he said, as soon as he sat down at the bar. His mind was racing. He could still taste her on his lips.

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