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I clearedhurriedly to work some oing to meet up with them now"

I had to forcibly pull my eyes from the tribal band tattoo of stylized ocean waves that see bicep Lord, he was beautiful No wonder thehis head "Nope"

It tookI jerked"Wait, what?"

He waved a hand in front ofhere and helping me with this"

"But you didn’t--"

"I didn’t have to I’oes Got it?"

My jaw dropped What a Fucking Fucker…fucktard

Oh ht now "Butfor me"

He stood back, widening the door but not backing down "Your friends don’t write your business school recommendation" My stomach dropped and un

I stepped into his beach house and followed hi water of the Pacific Ocean out the sliding glass door that led directly onto one of the most famous beaches in Southern California The waves pounded relentlessly and there were surfers out, riding beneath the last rays of sunlight Jordan’s board was propped askew against the back wall on the small patio That explained the swi--e weren’t--but it caestured for rabbed his surfboard and stuffed it up on a ceiling rack alongside a standing paddleboard and a kayak I watched the muscles in his back roll under his skin as he performed the action

My throat was constricted, dry I ordered erous and detrimental they could be I forced eous as Jordan, but still a catch and the envy of irls on campus Until he’d utterly humiliated me in more ways than I could count

There would be no ot ineyes on a hot man--particularly a half-naked one I was over the pretty boys Never again