“Well, hello." My eyes go up and up and up, until they land on a guy with blond hair, bright green eyes and a blinding white smile. His skin is perfectly tanned, like he spent all summer outside. His white polo shirt and tan slacks make him look like every bit the trust fund baby he no doubt is. I can’t deny a fluttering that runs through me, as his eyes obviously rake over me like I’m a five course feast before him. “Hello,” I smile politely, doing my best to keep my tone even under this man’s stare . “What’s your name, babygirl?” “Skyla Parris, and you?” I ask, with an outstretched hand. He
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