Chapter 2Rihanna's POV By 6:15 a.m my alarm rang, dragging me out of a dream where Sean had me bent over his desk with one hand fisted in my hair.I woke up flushed, ashamed, and annoyingly wet.This has to fucking stop.I showered quickly, dressed in my usual armor, a cream blouse, knee-length grey skirt, and cardigan, The cardigan was important.Nobody wanted to fuck a woman wearing a cardigan that looked like it belonged to somebody’s exhausted aunt.Perfect.Sean Davis barely looked at me when I dressed like this, which was exactly what I needed. The less attention I got from him, the easier it would be to steal information from his company without ending up dead in a ditch somewhere.Or worse, fired.Honestly, I wasn’t sure which one would hurt my ego more.Soon, I was at my desk, coffee already brewing for Mr Sean the way he liked it: black, no sugar, and scalding hot. The encrypted drive from last night had already been mailed to my father first thing in the morning.At exa
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