Coffee she needed. Chocolate she would kill for. A night of Nate-free dreams she would have given her first born for. An ass handing, however, she could pass on. She knew what he was mad about. Celeb Juicy had gotten a picture of her, Nate, and Michael in a tense moment at the Gala. The photo was of her with her hands on Nate’s arm before he could beat Michael to a pulp. But given she’d had a smile plastered on her face to keep up appearances, the blog site captioned it to make it sound like she was at the center of some love triangle. She vibrated with anger. The moment she’d seen it, she’d come straight to his office. Better to take her lumps early. “Do you want to explain yourself?” “Look if you’re talking about the story in Celeb Juicy, I—” He arched a brow and crossed his arms. “You think this is about Celeb Juicy?” She swallowed hard. “That story they posted about me with Michael Ross is bullshit.” He cracked his neck. “Maybe you should start with the instructions I gave you last night.
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