Finding Mr. Perfect
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As the door shut behind them, he said, “This is the school’s newspaper office. I funded the whole renovation back then, so technically... It’s mine.”
He left the lights off for good reason. He merely locked the door behind him.
“And this—” Freya hissed, her hands unbuckling his belt, “is this the place where you thought naughty things about me, Doctor?”
Kenneth’s eyes darkened. He watched her slowly lose control. “On some lonely nights.”
“Once, you uploaded a video on your social media. You went to Cancun with some of your girlfriends. You were wearing a bikini. That ten-minute video replayed on that desk for an hour,” Kenneth revealed, his eyes wandering to a specific table.