Sloane woke up late the following morning, stretching lazily across her king-sized mattress as sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains.Her mind immediately drifted back to the night before, to the low, raspy drawl of Cowboy Dale, the dark intensity in his amber eyes, and the sheer electric rush of taking control.God, I wonder what he’s like in real life, Sloane thought, staring up at the ceiling with a lazy, wicked smirk. Bet he’s even better in person.Then, she caught herself, letting out a sharp chuckle and shaking her head."Stop it, Sloane," she muttered aloud, sitting up and pulling her hair into a messy bun. "He’s a cam model. His name is probably Gary, his accent is entirely manufactured for southern charm tokens, and he probably lives in a basement in Ohio."Still, the fantasy had served its purpose. She felt confident, energized, and ready to tackle the physical prep for the Metropolitan Hospital Charity Gala.She checked her phone. Her account balance was sitting at
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