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I wasn’t sure if Bronson thought it was hi at, or if I just happened to catch his eye, but he watched me even more than I watched Dermot

Finally, Bronson approached ht the resemblance between me and my mother, who he’d obviously knoell

That wasn’t why he approached Well, I suppose it was a twisted version of that Marta was apparently his type, and being close to the spitting ireasy char ht: Oh God, no My own father is about to hit on ht,

Who the fk else had this kind of luck?

I didn’t even catch the first little bit that he said,in horror

It was just too much Even I couldn’t maintain my usual professional demeanor as I stood there and had the man that had sired me tell me how hot I was

He didn’t even have good lines He’d been relying on his fa

"So what do you say?" He reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked like a hotel rooular room at The Beverly Hills Hotel I can meet you there in three hours In the meantime, feel free to e it to the rooone conclusion, even when I knew that the look on my faceparticularly sotten stuck to the bottom of Where do you get that coloring froht? I’ve always been a fan of the Asian girls But the black hair with those pale eyes" He whistled long and low "So very striking What a beauty Hot little body on you too"

I had to restrainhim across the face My voice was not quite steady when I finally found it "What is your heritage?"

"I’lish Your turn, babe"

My mouth shaped into a sharp smile "My mother is Japanese and Russian, and h I just this second found that out"

He gave e look "How so?"

"Bronson Giles, s a bell?"

He at least had the decency to turn green then "My God," he whispered

"I can see where that would be a proble up so And by the way, Bronson, you are way too old for hter" Ito be a philandering pig, at least be e appropriate about it Especially with all of the randonant over the years Maybe stay away frohters, or hell, your granddaughters"