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BRANTLEY
Jeans and a tee should not look so sexy. It almost wasn’t fair. How was I supposed to resist her when she was my every fantasy come to life?
“Hey,” Valentina said, tilting her head to the side and looking at me through narrowed eyes. “You okay?”
I nodded and stepped toward her. I must have been staring at her longer than I realized, fantasizing about stripping her out of those clothes and finally getting lucky enough to see what lay beneath her shields.
“All good,” I said. I dropped a kiss on her cheek, just so I could linger for a long second and inhale the soft vanilla scent of her. “How are you?”
She shrugged and closed the door behind me. “Okay. The girls are still having trouble with Dawson not showing up yesterday.”
Talk about a cold shower. Damn. Nothing like menti
