That night, Flora booked a room and brought in ten guys.
I looked at the ten of them, all different types, and just about started drooling.
The guys crowded around me, one feeding me fruit, another rubbing my shoulders.
"You want a grape, gorgeous?"
"That pressure good for you?"
Every one of them calling me gorgeous, over and over, melted me right down.
I got so into it that I had way too much to drink, hanging all over a few of them.
When I blinked my eyes open, foggy, the guy in my arms was a new face.
Sharp features. And under the low lights, those flirty, half-smiling eyes were even more of a knockout.
That face. I swallowed hard without meaning to. My hand moved on its own, running over his cheek, and I couldn't stop marveling. So gorgeous. Since when did the talent get this
