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Oh no . . . I’m sitting next to God’s gift to women . . . only he’s hotter.
Oh, please don’t talk to me. You make me nervous just sitting there.
This would be my thoughts too lol
I stare at him deadpan. This could be victim number two of my cutting today. I am not in the mood for some rich old bastard to boss me around.
You sure about that one? From what you said he’s pretty hot
I tap on The Proposal. I’ll swap one fantasy for another. I’ve always dreamed of having Ryan Reynolds as my personal assistant. The movie begins, and I smile at the screen. I love this movie. No matter how many times I watch it, I always laugh. Gammy is my favorite.
“Rom-coms are as far from reality as you can get. I bet you’re the type who reads trashy romance novels too.”
“Did you give me the window seat so I would have to climb over you?” He tilts his head to the side. “No, I gave you the window seat because you wanted it. Climbing over me was just an added bonus.”
“Right . . . well, in that case, I noticed your long legs and the curve of your neck. The dimple in your chin. You are the most attractive woman I’ve seen in a long time, and when you smiled, it brought me to my feet.”
“And then you spoke . . . and ruined everything.”
Oh shit lol
“Because I’d break that drought of yours and initiate you into the Miles-High Club.”
My eyes search his, and maybe it’s the alcohol or the lack of sex or the fact that I know I’ll never see him again
Are you intrviweing with him
What the hell am I doing here? I’m a good girl, and good girls don’t do bad things with men like this.
Yes they do!
He gives me a slow, sexy smile as he pumps me. “I’m going to rip this condom off and blow in your dirty mouth in a minute.” “Please.”
I look over at Lindsey. Oh God, does she know I’m a dirty-talking whore bag who fucked our boss’s boss’s boss?
Dear God, I thought he meant sex-in-a-plane club . . . he meant women who had slept with him.
The worst part about it is that I know Jameson Miles is the kind of drug that I don’t need an addiction to.
I feel like taking off my clothes and lying back on my desk and opening my legs to give him something to really look at.
“Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to touch you again.” I frown. “Why would I ask him that?” I whisper. “Because there’s another man who does.” The phone clicks as he hangs up.
My eyes widen as he slightly parts my lips with his finger. Then he puts it in my mouth, and I find myself sucking it. His eyes darken as he watches me, and a slow, sexy smile crosses his face.
How can one finger through clothes arouse me so much? This man turns me into a puddle, a wet, soppy, pliable puddle. I have absolutely no resistance when he touches me.
Hmm, I’m totally crushing on the wrong brother . . . my one is an asshole.
Our eyes search each other’s, and without a word said, he grabs my ponytail and wraps it around his hand and pulls my head back to his face.
“Look at me while you come on my cock,”
Her hair is down, and she pulls it over to one side as she talks, and I see the curve of her bare neck; my stomach clenches in excitement.
“You know, the way you’re looking at her is illegal in some countries, right?”
“Have you ever been so physically attracted to someone that you lose the ability to think around them?”
“Don’t,” I whisper up at him. “Don’t what?” “Hypnotize me with that magical dick.”
He rolls his eyes.
I dont like a grown man rolling his eyes.. Its icky
“I’m too good for you anyway.”
Yessss queen
“Why are you such a fucking bitch?”
Because men
“Because you’re a self-centered asshole. Get...
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Yesss
But damn it, I want the fucking fairy tale for once.
“Fine, I won’t sleep with anyone else,” he snaps in exasperation. “And?” I ask. He rolls his eyes. “And you can order the fucking drinks.”
Being fucked hard by Jameson Miles is hot as hell, but being made love to by Jameson Miles is life changing. I’ll never be the same.
“Milk me, and show me who it belongs to.”
“You must have done something stupid in your life, Jameson Miles.” He smiles softly over at me in the darkness. “Yeah. I have.” “What?” I smirk. He reaches over and cups my face in his hand, and his thumb dusts over my bottom lip. “I never asked for your number.”
“Don’t fall in love with me, Emily.”
“Why not?”
“Because we’re not like that. Get that through your head. Right now.”
Ouch..that hurts
I will not beg for any man to love me, CEO billionaire with blue eyes or not.
“I wondered how long it would be until that snarky bitch reared her ugly head,”
If a man called me a bitch this much id punch him in thr balls and never speak to thim again.
“You go out with Ava trolling for men tonight, and we won’t even be doing that.”
The fucking audacity
God . . . it would be so easy to stay here and fuck the boss instead.
“Meaning that my woman is my world.” I stare at him as the air leaves my lungs. “I work hard . . . but I love harder.”
“I’m in love with you, Emily Foster.” He leans in and kisses me slowly. His tongue swipes through my open lips with such emotion that I get a lump in my throat. “I can’t help it. I tried to stop it, and I couldn’t. I think I’ve loved you since our first night together in Boston. You stayed with me. I fought it, and still, I couldn’t forget you. I’ve been carrying your scarf around like a lovesick fool for more than a year.”
“And I like to take over all things owned by Jameson Miles.”
Ewww
“Stop. It’s hard enough to drive Bitchy as it is.”
“Her name is Bessie, not Bitchy.”
“I’m getting plastered so I don’t remember getting eaten by a bear.”
“No way in hell am I offering my dick as live bait for a fucking eel,”
“We’ve already established this. Now fuck me, Lake Boy, before your wiener gets eaten, and I don’t mean by me.”
