Is a drink too much to ask?
In peace.
'Cept this a-hole says I'm in his seat.
The place is deserted, pick another.
But he doesn't. He sits right there next to me. Up close. Smoldering as he taunts. What am I supposed to do with that? Even my snippy, cynical woman bit doesn't deter him.
Yes, he's gorgeous.
And we're in a hotel.
Anonymous.
Don't sleep with him, Rylee. Don't do it.
His suite has a bar. Damn… Why did I say yes?
One wild night.
Who knew it was going to last forever?
Warning: Contains explicit language and imagery. Suitable only for ages 18 and over.
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