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Like everything else A.J. does for Chloe, it’s completely over the top.
We love him
Knowing Chloe’s father as well as we do, neither one of us finds it odd that his first order of business is distributing cocktails. He’s an interesting mash-up of James Bond and Al Capone—always perfectly dressed and smooth as silk, with a martini in one hand while the other fondles a loaded gun stashed in his pocket.
Accurate
“Thomas?” Kat mimics. “Yes, Thomas. That’s his name.” “That’s funny, because I always call him Mr. Carmichael. You know, out of respect?” I grin at her and again adopt Chloe’s mother’s voice. “Yes, dear, the help should always be respectful of their betters.”
😂😂😂🤭
He’s also dangerously hot, if you like guys who wear guns under their suits and are named after purple dinosaurs.
😂
The man is just plain sexy. He also dresses like a Johnny Depp GQ ad, which sets my lady parts aquiver. A well-dressed man simply slays me.
The conversation continues around me but now I’m completely focused on the cell in my hand. I swear these things are mankind’s greatest invention. After about thirty seconds a video loads, opens, and starts to play. Loudly. As he strokes himself, Marcus’s deep baritone blares from the phone. “You want my hard cock, baby, you got it—” I yelp and try to get the video to stop. In my fumbling rush I hit the lock button instead. The screen goes dark, but Marcus’s voice plays on. “—right fucking here for you any time you want it—” Kenji, whose timing is always impeccable, returns with his drink in
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I think, Holy sparkling unicorns. The way my hoo-ha is tingling, I might as well be watching Ryan Gosling prance naked through a Tiffany store in Paris. I need to never, ever speak to this man again.
