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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