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“Hire you?”
“When you’re an NBA billionaire running your benevolent educational empire.”
“Billionaire?”
“You aim high.”
“I like this version.”
She lifts one shoulder.
“I have administrative experience.”
“Strong basketball background.”
“Extensive.”
“Terrible attitude.”
“Discrimination.”
“Candy dependency.”
“Medical condition.”
I laugh.
Then slide closer.
Our thighs touch.
Hannah notices.
Doesn’t move.
“You never know.”
Her eyes lift to mine.
“It’s our first date.”
I let my gaze drop to her mouth.
“I think it’s going pretty well so far.”
Her breath changes.
Tiny.
There.
I lift my hand.
Slowly.
Hannah watches it come.
No flinch.
