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I could appreciate the deliciously perfect naked man lying beside me, reveling in every moment we'd shared together last night. Details I could still recall from

ty. Each item had fallen in a different place on the floor the minute he carried me in here. Collecting my things in my arms, I brought them all into the bathroom. I

d above his head, dark hair and tanned skin covering them,

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d down my name and number and an apology for having to leave so fast

e that met me in front of the lobby only a minute after I arrived. Even at this early hour, the traffic was

djusted my hair into a higher knot and clipped the fallen pieces to the top of my head, and then I stepped beneath

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sacrifice,

turned into, wildly passionate sex with a total stranger, someone who had learned

ch inch tugging at the sore

I'd left for him, and we could do all of that agai

red with a cute set of flats and chunky earrings. Returning to the bathroom, I untwisted my hair, the natural waves falling across my shoulders and back, tamed

the music blasting, I hadn't driven more than two blocks and had to slow down for traffic. In Boston, where I'd spent my entire life up unti

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when she was scheduled to be anywhere before noon. As her personal assistant, I knew bet

time to look for a better spot, and I hauled ass inside. The line was at

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purse. If I pulled it out, I imagined there would be multiple text

ldn't let you win, so there was no reason to even try. Growing up with her had been an adventure,

o leave my favorite city and the job that I

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