““Please, like I believe that,” Zahara scoffed. “I know what your boss wants, and I’m not playing house with him.” Chamuel chuckled. “Too bad you’re off limits, I wouldn’t mind playing house with you,” he said and winked. Zahara’s cheeks flushed and she balled her hands into fists. “I’ll chop off your manhood if you come close to me,” she seethed. “With what? Your teeth? Sounds like playing house to me,” Chamuel teased, raising both his eyebrows suggestively. ~Zahara and Chamuel””
