[Well now her face is red as she watches him walk past her and out the room with the book, annoyed and a bit flustered that he actually took it. Was she hoping he would be all smug about it and tell her he didn't need it, only to put it back? Maybe...
This fucking man...
With a little sound of disapproval under her breath, she follows after him, glaring daggers into the back of his head because she knows he's grinning to himself like an idiot.
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This fucking man...
With a little sound of disapproval under her breath, she follows after him, glaring daggers into the back of his head because she knows he's grinning to himself like an idiot.
And as they head for the front door—]
I'll want that back, you know.