A MAFIA LOVE STORY
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.
“Because she isn’t your type at all. She’s too … stuffy,” Maya said. Kalia ’s head whipped around, brown eyes wide, full lips pinched. He swore and punched the speaker button off. “Enjoy Switzerland, Maya. Let me handle the rest.”
He snapped the phone shut. Kalia was looking away again, her focus very firmly on the scenery out the window.
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