Nicole Harper
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I hated being interrogated, but Tristan didn’t give a f**k even if I made it obvious how much his questions irritated me.
“Is it a crime to have my name changed, Mr. Michelson?” I asked, making sure sarcasm dripped down my words.
As always, he wasn’t offended. “Not necessarily, but it can be used to hide past crimes.”
I held his gaze. Was he taking a dig at me?
I watched him warily as he suddenly stood up and rounded the desk to lean against it right beside me. I was hit with the familiar scent of his cologne. He was too close for comfort. He leaned slightly, then, “So now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, are we going to talk about the bachelor's party three months ago?”
The wind was knocked out of me.
My first instinct was to run, but there were others ou
