One week later“C’mon, Zee… just one drink over at Satan’s. Pretty please, sweet cheeks? Hell, I’ll even spring for it, seeing as it’s payday today and all.” Saint grinned at Zoe, his sky-blue eyes dancing and almost angelic under that tangle of blond hair – but the man was no angel, and definitely no saint. Zoe had been working with him for going on a month now, and he had real, actual groupies. Long-legged, curvy-hipped, large-breasted, heavily-made-up, drop-dead-stunning groupies. They blew up his cell phone most days with texts, and he had a different one meeting him over at Satan’s most nights. Despite his unapologetic womanizing, though, she had to admit she liked the guy. She wasn’t immune to his honey-sweet charm and teasing after all, and she found herself grinning back. “Yeah, OK.” She saved the order form that she was working on, and shut the office laptop. “Quick one, maybe. Maria can stay a bit later tonight, she said, but I need to check ’til what time. I don’t think
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