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We stared at each other. His face was so beautiful. I wanted to memorize that face. I wanted to live. I wanted to go back in time and not get on this fucking plane. “This sucks so bad,” I spoke as everything faded to black.
We didn’t have a future. He was a player, and I was the GM’s daughter and there was no possibility of pursuing anything between us. But my stupid heart didn’t care.
Her eyes went wide. “So, we’re spying?” “Let’s just say we’re doing an anthropological study of a group of red blooded, testosterone-filled males.” “I love it.”
“She’s sleeping with a married man. Hot and heavy. Her marriage broke up over it.” My heart zinged with joy over the fact she was not sleeping with Max. “Who?” “Baxter.”
“I’m his boss.” He lifted his head and took in my sneakers and skinny jeans. “Seriously?” I crossed my arms over my still puckered nipples. “Yes. I’m his boss and we will not be sleeping together.” The photographer snorted. “Says you.”
Max cleared his throat, breaking his silence. “It wasn’t supposed to be like that.” “What wasn’t supposed to be like that?” “Our first time.”
“That was the best fucking sex of my life. So, if you think I’m going to let you walk away from me, you can think again.”
“Thirteen minutes,” I shook my head. “What?” “That’s how long it took this crowd to realize they needed him.”
