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He's supposed to be the "good one"...
We met in a bar deep in the woods. He smiled at me. I didn't smile back. He wanted to talk. I wanted pleasure. We clawed and writhed and moaned for seven dark evenings. Then, he left me with vibrations I would feel even a year later. Now, I'm out of the woods and into the bright, hot sun of LA. It's the last place I want to be. But there he is. In the light. His smile as radiant as the sun. With the light, however, come truths we hadn't shared. He's got a reputation. The kind that guarantees what we had in the woods is all there'll ever be. When an unexpected opportunity arises, I do what I'm known to do--win. I play a cutthroat game and win myself right into a job at Red Cage. Now, he's my boss. |
ALSO IN THIS SERIES...
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