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and fuck his writer's block away!" Yvette urged, pointing toward th

tte. I'm pretty sure that's not how it works!! You can't just hump someone's writer's block away." I cried out,

eyes never leaving her brightly lit phone screen. The sound of her nails

assumed was his fifth drink of the night, the weight of his untamed energy reflected in his posture. The kind of man who looked like he could break hearts and just as easily pick up the pi

ead with an exaggerated sigh, holding her diamond ring in the air

never faltered. "Aaron better appreciate how much I love him ri

still haven't found a dick in six months," I grumbled. The coil of heat in my abdomen

nly making my need feel more intense. There was nothing worse than an unsatisfied desire,

grinned, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously as she eyed the man at the bar again. Her gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary, clearly imagining al

. Cole. He's untouchable, Yvette." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, pushing

the receiving end of those eyes," Yvette said with a dr

a conflict of interest?" I muttered, trying to deflect the conversation to a safer topic. "I mean, I work for his

on't need to get so technical. It's not like you're going to write his next bestseller-wait, are you?" She g

a glare,

cking Cole. The man writes sex like a god. His books have sold millions. I mean-imagine what he's

filth she was about to say. I didn't need those images in my head righ

ts," I muttered, half-jo

" She trailed off, biting her lip as if imagining all the ways she could make him hers. I

ar I've brought him coffee a few times at the office, and the dude never speaks. He just stares at me with those e

r-soul' eyes?" she said, looking at me like I had just revealed the universe's biggest s

h my body betrayed me every time C.J. Cole was in the room. His presence was elec

nspiratorial glint in her eye. "You're telling me you haven't thought abo

. C.J. Cole was still there, his broad shoulders hunched over his drink, his eyes scanning

the one he noticed. But one thing was for sure: I didn't want

ay he made everyone else seem insig

oice dropping to a low whisper. "You could

hanging in the air between us. "I'm not that girl," I muttered,