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Published by Self Published on December 14, 2015
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Blake DeLuca is a manwhore with a reputation to prove it.
Jenna Capwell thought she had the perfect life until tragedy happens and betrayals unfold. In a chance meeting, Blake mistakes her for the call girl from an elite escort service. Jenna wants nothing more than a carefree, reckless night of passion, so she plays the part, and plays it well. When their paths cross again, Blake stops at nothing to see her again...even uses blackmail.
She knows what kind of man he is and yet she falls for him during their angsty relationship. He reminds her time and time again not to get attached to him and he doesn't know what he's about to lose until the table is turned and she makes a bold decision. One that changes the rules of the game and one that brings him to his knees. Can she survive another heart break and can he survive her betrayal?
He leaned into the door frame and folded his arms across his chest. Green eyes sparkled at me with amusement as I stared, and my skin must have flushed three shades of red. He cocked his eyebrow up and his lips curved into a delicious, lazy smile. I took in his strong chiseled jaw and his messy, damp, jet black hair.
Probably just out of the shower. Him naked… just damn.
“You’re late, and I don’t like waiting.” He moved aside for me to enter.
Late? Kept him waiting? I tried to snap out of my mesmerized stupor.
“Honey, come in. I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that.” He dragged his hand through his hair. The song changed and the tune was slow and sexy.
Like the fly drawn to the spider web, I stepped inside.
Finding my wits, I managed to ask, “Is Colin here?”
“No threesome tonight, honey. Just me and you. The money’s on the bar in an envelope. Once we’re done, you can see yourself out. I only want to fuck. I don’t want to get personal. This is just a fuck. Understand?”
Money… Only want to fuck… Just a fuck… He thinks I’m a hooker!
I gazed around the room and stared at the thick white envelope on the bar. So thick, I wondered just how much he was paying.
“It’s all there.” His voice sounded cocky.
I held back a laugh and smiled. A no strings, carefree, reckless night was exactly what I wanted. What I needed.
Let the games begin…because, I’m all in.