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369 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 29, 2014
I HATE.SOPHIE MOOOOORE!


Skirt the size of a Band-Aid? Check.
Scrappy halter top barely covering her nipples? Got it.
Pole dancer makeup? Definitely.
And the final touch: boots that belonged in a brothel. Perfect.
She looked like a girl looking for no-strings-attached sex.
Sophie stiffened as she realized the physical appreciation was all one-way.(...) Still, his indifference was nothing a little flash of leg couldn’t fix.

This guy’s idea of sex was probably the equivalent of a nap. Efficient missionary position. Bra on. Disdain for messy body fluids. Yawn. He reminded her of Brynn. They had that same uptight Oh crap, I lost a tree trunk up my ass expression.

The elevator jerked suddenly, and her hand grabbed at his leg in panic.(insert a page of conversation here) He said nothing, but his leg shifted slightly under her grip, and she wondered if her hand was making him uncomfortable. Probably. She left it where it was.(insert another page of conversation) Her fingers tightened reflexively on his leg. She belatedly realized exactly how high her hand had slid up his thigh. Her pinky was almost touching… Oh God. She froze as she realized she was practically fondling the horrid man.

















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