Let Me In: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

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taring at the endless pictures and ideas. I didn’t like to steal anyone’s great ideas, but

as known for planning parties that were ridiculously over the top. No detail was missed. When someone told me they had this idea, I took it and ran. On

e. I had to. It was too tempting to keep open. I pulled out the file for the party I was preparing a proposal for. It was a sweet-sixteen party

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ort notice. This could be a good account. We were the only planners willing to

ed me to do?” I asked

nd. I cannot possibly spare a minute for this. I have Am

d in my gut.

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as big. I had been picking up the slack while Clara focused all her energy on the one wedding. I

gging forward. “Thank you. I knew I could count

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ht on it,” I

over my face. “Oh shit,” I breathed. “Y

I needed everything in its place. I pulled out the yellow pad I insisted on keeping notes on

right frame of mind to tackle a new project. A big project. I opened it and immediately printed the docume

them perfectly even, and put a staple in the corner. Only then did I start to read th

hings. I needed to do a little window shopping. I needed fresh air and a cha

ay drinking, but my best friend in the whole world worked at the bar. It was really

would hang out at the other side. I said my goodbyes to the small staff that worked in the office and headed out into the beautiful San Diego sun.