It turns out my General is my ex.
Does that mean I’m guaranteed all sorts of trouble in the form of being fired, harassment at the workplace, and other unpleasant things?
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His gaze glides over my legs, lingering where a conservative skirt has ridden up, revealing the edge of a lace black stocking—the only feminine detail in my strict business suit. Max lifts an eyebrow, as if appraising me, and then looks higher, his attentive eyes getting stuck firmly on my chest.
My heart thumps, coming alive. My pulse jumps.
—Remind me, Gromova, why did we break up?—he asks with a slight hoarseness in his voice, cutting through the silence that has suddenly settled.
Looks like even for him today’s meeting with me was unexpected.