His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room,
and refined by water.
On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to
see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece
of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.
I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him.
There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous
abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss,
the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified
heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.
What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified
wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.
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Stroked (Stroked, #1)
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