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The place is packed with New York’s finest, the crème de la crème; there’s Parker Trask, the former mayor, more than a dozen billionaires and a few of the major political players in the city All told, I should be

the only person in here whose net worth doesn’t break the one million mark But I have my Ji a few million in the bank, so I’m not particularly concerned

I scan the rooainst the bar, nursing a glass of scotch and looking as bored as one would be at a funeral He’s taking a deep breath I ainst the bar casually, trying hard not to uish up close, even more so than when I've seen him on TV And, as much as it pains me to say it, he really does look devilishly handso ainst hiht or in the bedroom It isn’t hard to see omen seem to drop their panties when around him

“Whisky, neat,” I ask the bartender, and I feel hinore hi around the roo a heartfelt speech about ned to part rich men with their money

“Whisky, uh?” I hear Magnus say as the bartender slides me my drink over the counter, and I repress a so for a Sex on the Beach”

“Is that what you drink when you’re picking up girls at the bar?” I shoot right back at hiaze for a few seconds, expecting hinize me any second now, but that doesn’t happen Unbelievable—the bastard doesn’t even rehter!

“I love Sex on the Beach,” he replies with a grin I gritthat I dived headfirst into this verbal trap Magnus is an experienced man, and he’ll run circles around me if I don’t step up

“Does your boyfriend know about that?” I say, perhaps htily than I should Any other hs at my words

“Cheeky I like that,” he chuckles, and then offers nus Nice to meet you” I stare down at his hand, but I don’t reach for it

“I knoho you are,” Ithe blood run cold infor a spark in his eyes as he rehter, but that moment never comes

“Oh, I see Have we fucked before?” he throws atto boil; it rushes straight toup Did he really ask me that?

“So it’s true, you’re asup ulp The aainst the avalanche of indecent thoughts filling e of his naked body pressed against ht in front ofbecause of that

MagnusI gotta admit: he’s the most handsome jerk I’ve everhere by my side in his tailored Tom Ford suit, his panty-dropper smile on his lips, the ht reel

“Maybe I’ toward me, “but I’m the kind of asshole you just can’t help yourself around” He stops for aus both “Or a?” he then adds, like a flourish, and I feelon its own

My pussy groith each heartbeat, and time seems to slon around the both of us His deep voice turns and twists aroundthe rationality out of thee to… No! Oh, no I’h thefor mine, I won’t stumble and fall before him like a crippled prey