The Sweetest Oblivion (Made, #1)

by Danielle Lori

“There’s a laptop in my office. You can use that. And”—he pulled out his wallet and tossed a black credit card on the counter—“for all that money you spend.”

And I had a bad, bad feeling that if this girl used the word please, I would give her anything she wanted.

Whiskey and flame. Sleepless nights. Tattooed skin, white t-shirts, and rough hands. Love and lust and happiness. He was everything.