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“Women fake it all the time and men are none the wiser.” Feisty.
“There are certain telltale signs women can’t fake. A good lover knows that.”
“You’re so full of—”
The elevator jerks just as she’s about to rip me a new one.
The lights flicker back on and static screeches from the ceiling speakers before a voice blares. “This is the Los Angeles Fire Department. Hold on tight. Everything should be restored soon.”
I shield my eyes from the brightness.
Eager to know what she looks like, I lower my hand and turn my head.
To say I’m shocked would be an understatement.
Holy shit, she’s fucking hot.
I don’t mean made-up hot. I mean, born-hot, the kind that’s practically an oddity in my circle where hair, lashes, nails, tits, and asses are more often than not, grossly fake. True, I can’t attest to every part of her being the real deal, but I’ll tell you, God was smiling down on her the day she was born.
She’s tiny.
The top of her head barely reaches my shoulder—even in her sexy skyscraper heels.
What a turn-on.
Her face is striking.
Her fair skin suggests she isn’t from southern California.
Images of me gliding my hands across her body as I discover her soft, pale skin assail me.
Oh yeah.
Even her earlobes are sexy.
If there’s such a thing as a perfect nose, hers is it.
And those lips… hmm. They’re painted in a soft shade of pink with a slight shiver that accentuates her pout. No duck lips for her. Thank God. I bet those perfect lips would look fucking sexy wrapped around my cock.
I had pictured her differently.
I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover any more than you can judge a voice in the dark by its clipped tone.
My eyes sweep up and down the length of her body in one glance.
So many women put it all out there. They leave nothing to the imagination because there’s no subtlety in the way they dress.
Not her.
She’s like a chocolate bar covered in foil I’m dying to unwrap.
I like the mystery.
Expressive wide brown eyes stare up at me.
With a slow, deliberate gaze she takes me in from head to toe.
A smile is firmly planted on my lips when our eyes meet again.
