“—Breanne Mooreland’s journal entry Cooper sat in the vast formal dining room, at a table longer than his entire condo. He looked out floor-to-ceiling windows that revealed a black, endless night filled with the glow of white snow. A small pixie of a blond woman named Shelly had seated him, after appearing out of nowhere when he’d been heading toward the stairs. Dante had lit the myriad white candles along the window ledges that she busily set out. She was pretty, with a sweet, giving, almost na...ive smile, and yet nothing within him revved like it had when he’d been sparring with Breanne. As irrational as it seemed, given that she was the opposite of every fantasy he’d ever had, he was insanely fascinated by the irritating yet sexy-as-hell woman. Maybe it’d been the way she’d looked at his naked body. Or how she’d reacted to the vibrator: like a starving student and a scared Bambi-in-the-headlights, all at the same time. Now all he wanted was to get her to look at him like that again.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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