It wasn't the question that made her stop and glare at him. It was his goddamn tone. Her eyes narrowed, anger giving her the fortitude to actually look straight up into his oh-so-offended stare. "Yes, Gabriel," she sneered. "Do you know how hard it is trying to convince some perverted asshole who thinks I'm still a goddamn virgin that my dog mauled my neck and not some territorial boyfriend? My world doesn't revolve around your issues, sorry. I work for this place and I work hard."
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Date: 2010-05-13 03:15 am (UTC)