“It was the Los Angeles A-list—an awkward, unwieldy mix of politicians, moneymen, and movie people who pretended to admire one another while each sat on his own smug perch, convinced it was the highest of them all.Catching sight of Giselle, his groin tightened, and his gaze followed her lush form as she wove her way through the crowd to the patio below, where she joined two of his guests. She wore white as he’d instructed her to, and she looked like an angel—which, of course, she wasn’t—at least... not in his bed. Giselle Morrisey was the best he’d ever had.She looked up, saw him, and waved, the gesture bordering on childlike. “Hurry up,” she mouthed.He nodded. Giselle would enjoy the formal evening—another reason he’d proceeded with it. Keeping her amused served to stave off his own boredom.Back in his bedroom, he lifted his chin and straightened his black tie. With so much on his mind, he’d considered canceling the event and spending the evening in bed with Giselle.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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