Our Beautiful Betrayal.
he asked, pointing at me.
"Your new doll," she shrugged.
"No," Alexander corrected, slow and sharp. "This is Hazel Romano. The name alone made her take a step back.
"Let me fix that," she said with a grin and dashed toward the changing room. In seconds, she stripped the clothes off the hangers; everything she had picked had a scandalous cut, daring openings, too short, too sexy. They screamed hore, not 'boss's little sister.'
"I think you scared her," I say with a smile, I loved that, should've thrown my name as soon as we got here.
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