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t let him catch me staring then, but I had snuck a few looks at him over the top of my book at that sculpted body, the dark hair, the strong jaw and cheekbones. He was a knockou

for a damn good reason, I felt so out of place at this gala as though someone would bust me at any moment, figuring out I didn't belong and kicking me to the curb before I could say a word. I sipped on my champagne and tur

e of the cards I'd had printed for the occasion. "We'd love it if you

s face as his eyes traced up and down my body. I managed a stiff smile and stepped away from him. I could do w

my head and making me a little dizzy. Or maybe that was just the thick smell of expensive perfume hanging over this place like

in the hopes they would donate some cash to my library, I noticed that pool guy was still lo

ed to life in my lower stomach. For a while, I was sure he had to be checking out someone else, someone who actually looked like they belonged in a pla

f the evening. A place like this was dripping with money, and I'd have been crazy not to take advantage of it. But it was hard to keep

at him, flicking my gaze in his direction and even managing a couple of playful little smiles to boot. I had no idea who h

I had the chance? That guy was eyeing me like he owned me, and it had been a long time since I had been able to blow off steam and enjoy myself like this. Life was usually so painfully stressful for me, and I didn't see why I shouldn't

little tight and clung a little too closely to those curves I was most self-conscious about, but at least it went a long way to enhancing my cleavage and actually giving me some real shape. I ran my fingers carefully through my hair. I had taken th