Teach Me To Sin- Jace and Clara

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am in their neat suits. It's past one in the morning, but when my job demands it,

keycard over the lock.

music. I'm shocked my eardrums didn't burst. It's dark inside, but I can

they ought to give up now. Jace doesn't do relationships. He has the H&D the Humped and Dumped. Yeah. Some repo

Jace smoking pot," I whisper under my breath. And no hard substances. Jace has no past with drugs, but you never know. After all, this i

urce of the music. I can't even hear myself think in this racket. Finally, I locate the plug

, you witch!" one

n my firm voice. I face the hotel manager and his security c

d mass of barely dressed female bodies and agree

all kinds of alcohol, and something dark and gooey probably caviar. The four vases stand empty,

wled across the living area. They look sad in the light, hair messy, and makeup smudged. Nearly all of them fit a pattern, yo

d. One offers me a cigarette with a foolish smile. I tilt my head to ease the tightness in my s

gleam and a hot tub. There are five women in the tub along with Jace S

nflattering picture of him. If a higher power had any fairness, Jace w

got from his mother, and it's likely accurate. His father, Alistair Sterling, is fair haired and of average buil

ctive, it's nearly enough to make me overlook that his be

ould land ninety nine point nine nine nine nine percent of male bosses in trouble for harassme

steals your breath. When I first began working for him, I believe

that impact on every breathing female. I'm aware of what his agent Ivy Thorne will do if

elped, but I'm sure he consumed most of it. He drinks like an extremely large and

oset and extend it, looki

plenty of spac

avy!" one of the

lliant smile. "I prefe

are irritating me; they're attached to him like octopuses, stroking his body an

ow for the rehearsal dinner." I dislike how I sound, like a r