Tomboy on the Billionaire's bed
“Unsettles?”
“She’s not like the women I know,” I said, feeling the words tumble out before I could stop them. “She’s rough around the edges, doesn’t care for frills, doesn’t try to impress me. She carries her scars like armor, and… hell, it shouldn’t make sense, but it pulls me in.”
Smith was listening now, no grin, no smirk, just silence.
“She’s different,” I continued, almost against my will. “Her tomboyish vibe, the way she doesn’t bend or break, it arouses me in a way no other woman has. I find myself wanting her… wanting all of her. And she keeps pushing me away.”
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