My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
As soon as I opened the door of the penthouse suite he’d booked, the smell of roses hit me.
My insides quivered at the unexpected surprise, and my eyes moistened at the bold, expensive display of floral arrangements everywhere.
Expensive gems in their designer packaging, a massive chocolate buffet with Nymph written in red velvet icing, and neat stacks of hundred-dollar bills in various currencies dom dollars, pounds, euros, and some I didn’t even recognize. Damn.. tell me my man is loaded without telling me my man is loaded. I’m still reeling from the extravagant car gift.
If Sandy hijacked my first surprise package, this one made up for it completely, and I suddenly didn’t mind losing the