She thinks I’m a stripper, so I’ll play along.
Mistaken identity at its finest, considering I own half of the hotels in Hawaii.
But there’s nothing hotter than a bridesmaid.
Her innocence is clear as day.
My desire to dominate is in overdrive.
It’s instalust. Not going to deny it. And why should I?
We both deserve this. Need this.
Her recent break-up. My messed up past.
It was supposed to be one night.
It’s become something more.
But when I find out who her ex is…