The CEO's Little Stripteuse
She’s as perfect as ever, Theodore thought, watching the woman he loved swoon his family over.
“I’m Jessica,” Jessica said, offering her hand too. Her smile was identical to Theodore’s, and so were her eyes. However, unlike Theodore’s dark hair like his father’s, Jessica sported blonde curls like their mother. “I’d been dying to meet you. You have no idea.”
Jessica seemed nice enough, and this relieved Abigail. She had been worried that Jessica would come off as a rich, spoiled brat. She wasn’t trying to be mean, but that’s how Theodore described her. Literally. However, the admiration behind his voice was always evident.
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