Chapter 88 Sent an Insider

"Just short of literally pouncing on me, and—wipe the drool from your mouth."

"There's no drool!" Zoey reflexively swallowed. To wipe it, she'd have to let go of his hands, but they were dancing right now.

"Mr. Gonzaga, I heard you don't have a girlfriend yet? Why not? You're thirty-six—why haven...

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