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They were either going to have fabulous angry sex or kill each other.

Either way, it wasn’t my business.

“This is not a porn shoot!” Roman’s words echoed through the room as I finally made it over to the door. The angry words made me jump.

“It’s anything I fucking want it to be! It’s my blog and myfuckinglingerie!” Eli didn’t hold anything back.

I shouldn’t have looked over at them.

I was one of those morons in the scary movie who’d get chopped to bits or eaten by the aliens. Yup, I was an idiot. But it was addicting, and I couldn’t help it. They were standing toe to toe, Roman’s broad body towering over Eli’s slighter frame, but the sexy lingerie-clad man wasn’t backing down.

No, he just reached down and adjusted his now-hard dick and gave Roman a heated look.

“It’s my blog, my body, and my lingerie. I can do whatever the fuck I want on it, so suck it up, buttercup, and take the picture. It’s probably all you’re good for, anyway.” Eli barked the words at him and then slinked away, his hips swaying and his cock jutting out in front of him.

Explosive.

They were going to kill each other.

Escaping out the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. I really should have taken one of the rooms on the bottom floor. Those two were going to give me a heart attack one day.

I sent out a plea to the universe. “I want to meet someone…but please don’t send me anybody as crazy as those two.”