The front door creaked open, and Jamie, Sebastian’s assistant, stepped inside, freezing mid-stride. His eyes widened, his tablet nearly slipping from his hands as he took in the scene.

Okay! This is awkward!

The sudden intrusion shattered the spell, and Kourtney squeaked. Her face turned tomato-red as she scrambled to sit up straighter, smoothing her dress in a futile attempt to look composed.

Jamie had walked in just in time to see them smooching and making out shamelessly on the living room couch. She felt a little embarrassed.

Sebastian, on the other hand, looked ready to fire someone. “Jamie,” he said, his voice dangerously calm, “this better be good.”

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