The first time I set my eyes on Mariselle Adams, my d**k goes hard, attentive.
It's a picture of hers. She's lying on the bed in nothing but a silky, red lingerie, staring at the camera with a dirty smirk.
Curvy. Audacious. Natural.
I'm instantly intrigued.
No, I'm obsessed.
I don't think twice before hiring her for a campaign, aimed for my new Lingerie Collection launch. And when I eventually meet her in flesh, for the first time, I try my best not to pin her on the wall, right there and kiss her senseless.
Mariselle Adams drives me crazy, and I would do anything to prove to her that she belongs to me.
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1 - Cello.
"This is madness," I scowl, looking up from the binder full of charts and other management statistics in front of me. My sales manager, Harrison,
