This was a fucking mess.
Dropping into my desk chair, I swiveled back and forth.
What the hell?
I didn’t have sex with little Melly Harwood. I didn’t even know who she was.
The only sex I’d had recently was with my hand and I wasn’t going to share that gem with Ang. My dick and where I put it wasn’t any of her business.
But now it was because she took a long line of messages that made it pretty fucking clear I stuck it in the librarian.
I popped to my feet, grabbed my coffee and stormed out of my office.
“Where are you going?” Ang called as I cut past her desk.
“The library.”
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