I’m sure my heart is beating so hard because I nearly just fell on my ass. He smells like the tasting notes on an expensive Cabernet: leather, cigar smoke, a hint of forest floor. I could never be described as petite, but this guy makes me feel positively dainty. Six, I don’t know, but he’s ridiculously tall. Sitting down he looked big, but upright he’s a giant. Big dick energy dude with the epic scruff.Ī crackle of something like electricity runs down my spine. I look up and find myself staring at my own reflection in a pair of sunglasses. Before I can fall, a big hand reaches out and grips my upper arm to steady me. I give myself a quick pep talk, plaster a smile on my face, then yank open the door and head out.Īnd immediately crash into a huge, immovable object. Smoothing a hand over my hair, I take several deep breaths until I feel more in control.
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