Trust me, Mr. Dalton, no one would ever confuse you with a playful little monkey. Perhaps one of those terrifying gorillas at the zoo. The ones that beat their chests and roar.” He held up the back of his hands. “Got less hair.” “Not in certain places, you don’t.” Heat settled low in his groin. “Going to put that in my file, too?” “I’ll save that for my own personal records.” God, she was a saucy one! And damn him if it didn't make his mouth water.

Autor: Zoe Archer

Trust me, Mr. Dalton, no one would ever confuse you with a playful little monkey. Perhaps one of those terrifying gorillas at the zoo. The ones that beat their chests and roar.” He held up the back of his hands. “Got less hair.” “Not in certain places, you don’t.” Heat settled low in his groin. “Going to put that in my file, too?” “I’ll save that for my own personal records.” God, she was a saucy one! And damn him if it didn't make his mouth water. - Zoe Archer




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