A MAFIA LOVE STORY
“Okay, Jake , I’ll go to Switzerland. Are you still going through with your fake engagement?”
“How do you know it’s fake?” he asked, looking over at Kalia , who was still staring out the window, trying to ignore him. Her slight shoulders were set rigidly, her long, stocking-clad legs crossed. And they were extremely fine legs. Kalia wasn’t very tall, she barely skimmed his shoulder, even in her man slaying stilettos, but those legs were long and shapely, just begging for him to run his hands over them, to draw one up so that she had it wrapped around him, bringing her closer so that he could …
He slammed a mental door on his errant fantasy.
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