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CHAPTER ONE

The Morning After

Las Vegas

CHARLEE

Why isoff the lamp?

I stare at the lacy red garment in disbelief That is not the lamp from my hotel room, which means I’m in some rando’s bed A quick peek under the covers confirms that I am, in fact, naked as the day I was born Also, a freakishly large hand is covering ht breast

Why is a stranger pawing my boob?

I wiggle away fro the events froa bar andLady Gaga? Goddamn, how much did I drink? My head feels like all seven dwarfs are tunneling through my skull And my mouth tastes like ass Not that I’ve ever tasted ass, but you knohat I e to roll over and see what I’ with here

Oh

Okay, ignoring the fact that I had sex with a coer, maybe it’s not so bad The mystery man’s face is buried beneath a fluffy white pillow but the parts that I can see are quite nice I don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy with so little body fat in real life—his biceps are probably bigger thanaround his upper ar that ink with soft kisses

Whoa

Continuing uy’s bronzed chest is ridiculously wide and his abs are chiseled all the way down to a very lickable V I should know, because ht My lips turn up in the corner when I see the beginnings of a neatly trimmed patch of hair I’ve always appreciated a man that keeps up with his pube maintenance Nobody wants to suck on hairy balls Just sayin’

In case you’re wondering, mystery man’s balls are smooth as a baby’s bottom