Mistaking the Billionaire for a Hired Date

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a pounding hangover. A deep ache lingered in muscles she hadn't known could hurt, while

rm was draped over her waist, pinning her against a che

f the Manhattan penthouse suite. Inches away lay a man with a razor-

nd impossibly long lashes. Beneath them were high cheekbones, a straight

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of man who owned the hot

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her in the eye and told her she wasn't gentle enough, attentive enough, or feminine enough. Then he

trayal had shattered her. She had stumbled into a noisy nightclub, drowned three years of devotion in whiskey, and mis

ng at him and slurring, "How mu

d the scorching weight of his body pressing her deep into the mattress. She remembered tangling her fingers in his dark hair, cl

d the clothes scattered across the floor. Whatever else had happened between

m to pry it off. His flesh felt like so

bone, terrified of waking him up. When he finally shifted onto his back a moment later, she slid out from under the sheets like an eel.

lled them on. Turning back toward the king-sized bed, a wave of hot shame washed over her face. She

pulled out her wallet, and cou

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n she spotted a hotel notepad

t and wrote in larg

d the charm doesn't match the ego. All attit

ed against him-proved exactly how dangerously charming he had been. But after being discarde

e glass water tumbler. After one final glance at the sleeping stranger's chiseled f

en, and bolted down the empty hallway toward the elevators. Sh

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cold, empty linen. His brows snapped together. Sitting up, his broad, bare ches

t trapped beneath his water glas

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l seconds, he

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n his hair, and gone soft and breathless beneath his kisses had dism

hundreds of billions in Wall Street capital, and some woman had just left hi

-blue eyes narrowed as he crushed the

woman had

blackout curtains open, flooding the room with blinding morning sunlight. He po

oom, a scuffed piece of plast

der the logo of an Apex Capital Group subsidiary was a photo

f his mouth. Now that he had found her, she

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