A girl’s first time should be private.
I’ve been watching the big, brooding stranger from across the canyon with my paintbrush in hand. Does he feel me? Sometimes I swear he looks right through my tinted windows.
A risky escape and one rash decision lands me right where I need to be. In his strong, protective arms, his primal hunger consuming me. But he’s not the Hollywood Hills millionaire I believed him to be. He’s an enemy to my father. And we’re…always…being watched.
I’ve been watching the big, brooding stranger from across the canyon with my paintbrush in hand. Does he feel me? Sometimes I swear he looks right through my tinted windows.
A risky escape and one rash decision lands me right where I need to be. In his strong, protective arms, his primal hunger consuming me. But he’s not the Hollywood Hills millionaire I believed him to be. He’s an enemy to my father. And we’re…always…being watched.
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