The CEO’s Temporary Bride
I made some frantic gestures.
“Eh, that’s more sad than scary. We need something powerful,” she mused, her gaze flicking around the room before landing on a poster. A woman in the ad held a shot glass, chin high, with a sultry look that could kill. Riley’s eyes lit up. “What about a femme fatale?”
“A femme what?”
“You know, a man-eater! Someone who eats guys for breakfast.” She looked far too pleased with herself.
“Uh… not sure if I can pull that off,” I muttered, but Riley was already filling up another glass, pushing it toward me with a wild grin.
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