He thought about that morning, on the couch in her apartment. His c**k grew bigger with the memory, and he hoped to hell she wouldn’t notice, because he’d been right about one thing. mia really could be a stuck-up b***h, and he didn’t doubt for a minute she’d use his attraction against him. She might want to f*ck him—and he knew she did, she’d been as into it as he had—but that didn’t mean she thought he was good enough for her.
Fuck, she was probably right about that one.
Screwing her would kick a*s. But after that? Things would get weird. Boris wasn’t interested in settling down with any woman, but if he ever did, she’d be different from mia . She’d fit in with the club, for one thing. She’d be the kind of girl who knew how to c***k a beer at the end of a long day, kick back, and the
