En cours de chargement...
I'm such a moron. I consider begging him for mercy, but frankly, I'm too tired to attempt to appeal to a rich guy's forgiving side. "So.are you going to hand me over to the cops?" He strokes my cheek, making a shiver climb down my spine. To be honest, the shiver isn't entirely out of fear. He's handsome, a partially silver fox with silky waves of brown and gray hair, dark eyes that possess panty-melting heat, and a sexy five o'clock shadow on his strong jawline. Jesus Christ, Krystal, this guy is old enough to be your dad, a voice in my head hisses.
The reminder does nothing to lessen my attraction. Then the voice reminds me that this guy is going to have me arrested, and that reminder is like a cold shower. He murmurs, "That depends on how agreeable you are."WORD COUNT: 6, 500A sexy short story about a young woman and a handsome billionaire!