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I snort. “Well good luck with that!”

What. The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. Me.

I cringe, physically, and I decide the best course thing I can possibly do right now is go drown myself in the vat of bun frosting. I’m waiting for him to ask if I’m having a stroke, or to just look at me like I’m insane. But instead, he just grins even wider.

“I’m from Farrow HVAC?”

I blink, still wondering how fast I can stick my entire head in the vat of frosting. Mr. Gorgeous grins again, and I swear, if they weren’t already melting off from the heat, my panties would be spontaneously combusting right now.

“I’m the AC repair guy,” he growls in a low, velvety and deep voice.

Oh fuck me sideways.


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