Grace's POV
"What sort of assistance do you need, Miss Ian?" Carlos inquired, his tone pleasant.
"Well, please give me employment. I'm prepared to do whatever it takes—" Amara stepped closer until barely any space remained between them, gazing up at Carlos while attempting to widen her eyes into an innocent expression, though the effect fell flat. Her hands grabbed Carlos's shirt, clutching the fabric desperately as she secretly explored the firm muscles beneath. "—absolutely anything for you, Sir! I simply must have work!"
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Amara thought to herself as she pressed against Carlos, 'Fuck, he smells so manly. His bronze skin is so hot too. Ugh, he's going to be the death of me!' She screamed internally, thinking of all the things they could do together. Since Carlos was super rich, he would definitely be able to bring her on a luxury trip anywhere in the world, right? 'Oh my god, my friends will be so jealous over this!'
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