Lola
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Raphael eclipsed over as he stared down at me.
The silence weighed heavier and heavier and the office walls began to close in on me.
“Sorry,” I blurted out, “I shouldn’t have said that. I'm just feeling tipsy.”
I was about to turn and return to the sofa when he locked his fingers with mine.
“Don’t apologize,” he said, “and I didn’t leave for that reason. Had some business to handle.” His gaze never left me. “I didn't take you along because I didn’t want any of those men to make any stupid remark about you.”
He brought his other hand to my face and brushed my chin with his fingers.
I wanted to tell him to be careful with the way he touched me, or my foolish heart might think I mean something more to him
“For two months, you’re my woman—no one else,” he said.
I nodded wit
