He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.
Sylvia DayGideon knew exactly what I liked. Not because I’d told him, but because he paid attention to everything about me.
Sylvia DayDon't. Tell me when, then. And before you say never, take a good look at me and tell me if you see a man who's easily deterred.
Sylvia DayI had never seen hair that purely black. It was glossy and slightly long, the ends drifting over his collar. That sexy length was the crowning touch of bad boy hotness over the successful businessman, like whipped cream topping on a hot fudge brownie sundae. As my mother would say, only rogues and raiders had hair like that." (Eva about Gideon)
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