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Oh, except for the fun fact that any woman who fell in love with a Rousseau man was doomed to a tragic death. So that was perfect. Nothing says “great idea” like falling for a man who might be my own personal grim reaper.
“What you’re asking for, smart-ass, is a spanking.” A jolt of lust rocked my body. Wide-eyed and breathless, my heart pounding, I stared at him. Spanking? Yes, that sounded like an excellent idea.
She tasted like sweet dreams and bad decisions. And I was already in too deep.
“You don’t know me, but I’m as stubborn as a drunk goat on a narrow bridge.”
The only thing worse than a smart-ass woman was a smart-ass woman who was right.
It figured I’d fall for a witch. My taste in women always ran toward the feral ones.
