Little Black Dress

It was supposed to be a fun night out with my guys.

I was supposed to be celebrating my step-brother's final days as a single man before his wedding.

 

I wasn't supposed to meet her.

I

wasn't supposed to be fascinated by her.

 

Her British accent.

 

Her sexy body.

 

Her little black dress...

 

Ayesha Jordan wasn't supposed to occupy my mind. I wasn't supposed to be affected by her charm. But I'd be damned if I ignored every impulse in my body telling me one thing:

Claim her.

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