I tried to avoid contact with his piercing blue eyes but they were like a magnet, constantly drawing me back in. The man was gorgeous by all accounts and I couldn’t resist picturing those white muscles wrapped around my mocha colored curves.But I was a good girl. Any man who could invoke the types of thoughts that he did without even so much as a word must be bad news. As I got onto the plane I was relieved that I’d never have to be melted by his gaze again.Or at least that’s what I thought. Upgraded to first class, I took my seat beside him. This was a man who got everything he wanted, and today he was craving some curvy dark chocolate.This is part 1 of the Mile High series:1. First Class2. Money Talks (amazon.com/dp/B00S75YET8)3. (Coming soon - Join the mailing list to find out when!)
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