One Night Stand With The Billionaire Boss
He’s gorgeous.
Picking up the phone, I look at his profile again. Kip, aged twenty-eight. Twenty-nine tomorrow, obviously. It’s an unusual name. I forgot to ask him what it was short for. Kristopher, I’m guessing. His profile picture shows him from the chest up, dressed in an All Blacks shirt, looking at the camera and smiling. He has short dark-brown hair with a super sharp fade cut that’s longer on top, a neat beard and mustache, brown eyes, and slightly arched eyebrows that give him a bit of a wicked look.
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