Blurb:
Harper-Marie Groves likes
sex...a lot. Too much.
Is she really a slut if
she doesn’t promise anyone anything? She doesn’t think so... but
everyone else does.
She’s the girl who does
what she wants, when she wants to do it. She doesn’t follow the
rules, unless they are her own, she never does as she’s told and
she never holds her tongue. She’s feisty, mouthy, rebellious...and
she loves every second of it.
Mason Brent has never met
a girl like her. He craves her, he wants her to be his because he
thinks she’s his perfect girl...except that she doesn’t want to
be his girl at all.
When she makes him an
offer he can’t refuse, she thinks she’s got him exactly where she
wants him and has control of the situation........But she just made
Mason’s job a whole lot easier.
Except:
“Look Mason, like I
said, last night and this morning, it was good, really good. But I
don’t know what you think is happening here, it’s just sex. I’m
not going out ‘for a drive’ with you, I’m not going to have
something to eat with you, I’m not going to ‘talk shit’ with
you...and I’m not coming back here again. Ever. Ok?”
He stared at me intently
again and I held an internal battle over whether I should just leave
him to his thoughts, or push him for an answer. I thought that if I
just left, didn’t give him chance to answer, maybe I could get out
of there before he snapped out of it.
Before I could make my
decision, his eyes became focused again but he definitely didn’t do
what I expected him to. He stood up, right in front of me, kissed my
forehead and spoke in a soft tone.
“If that’s what you
want Sunshine, then that’s what you’ll get. I’ll leave my
number on the desk, you change your mind, or you just wanna chat for
the sake of it, you call me yeah?”
He didn’t wait for me to
answer, he just pulled on his loose fitting shorts, no underwear, and
left the room. I focused on the door, trying to figure out why he
gave up so easily. He seemed so determined before. Strange.
I didn’t spend too long
thinking about it though, I pulled on my shoes, grabbed my clutch bag
off the desk, then hesitated when I saw the card with his number on,
right next to my bag. I knew I wouldn’t call, well, I was fairly
sure I wouldn’t. There was no point in taking it...
I took it anyway.
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