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“Rita.” He’s never used that tone on me. It’s guttural enough to make me stop. “Change into something else.” My eyebrows draw together. “Why are you so—” I look down at the position I’ve put myself in, standing and bending over him. My eyes widen. A little tug downwards and my top basically slips off. My cheeks blaze at the visual. Luke is reacting to that. Because he is my boss and I am his employee. I try adjusting the neckline to pull it up higher. “Stop.” What a threadbare command from him. “It’s—I can’t handle—this,” Luke continues. His expression has gone half feral. He dips his chin, his eyes glittering. “Are you okay?” I whisper. “Do you think wanting to sleep with your personal chef is convenient, Rita?