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Chapter Five
Well?" He asks and I realize I haven't answered his first question.
'How bad do you want this job?'
How bad do I want it?
More than he knows that's for sure, but I can't bring myself to form a single sentence.
Here I was in the presence of this man whom I'd spent less than an hour with and yet I couldn't stand him then.
And now I was applying for a full-time job to be living with him, cooking and cleaning.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
I'm not going to spend months and maybe years with a man that would probably make me regret my existence.
I want to run out of here, I have to. I take a deep breath, ready to tell him that I'm no longer interested, but when I look back up at him, he just had a brow raised impatiently at me and I realize one thing.
He
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