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Here's the deal... I learned a long time ago that sometimes you have to use what you've got to make things happen. What I happen to have is a pretty smile, long legs and the ability to make men believe anything I say. Before you get on your high horse and start judging me, can you honestly say you've never batted your lashes at some guy for a free drink at the bar? That's what I thought.
Keep that in mind as I tell you my story of how I took it one step further. My story of lies, deceit, manipulation and love. Yeah, love. Believe me, it fits. Especially, when you factor in Nick and Tucker – one had my heart and the other one wanted it all for himself. Which one? Well, I can't tell you that. It would defeat the purpose of the story. If I'm going to fill you in about me, Lila Garrison, and my life as a con artist you're going to need to know all the facts, including the ones about the two guys who made me want to give up the life of fancy clothes, expensive jewelry, fast cars and easy money. Because sometimes, one person can give you something that's more valuable than all of that.
If you're still interested, stick around. Just remember, I'm pretty good at convincing people to do what I want, so if by the end of this whole thing you feel worked over, don't say I didn't warn you.
Excerpt:
By the time we made our way out of the club and back to the car, I was pretty sure I knew what Tucker wanted to do. Before he opened my door for me, he pushed me up against the car and let his lips continue to dominate mine. I was about three seconds away from letting him throw me in the back seat and have his way with me.
“Wait,” I panted between labored breaths, “we need to slow this down.” My mind was saying stop, but my hands continued to navigate down his muscular back to the bottom of his shirt. Just as I was about to slip my fingers under it and feel the warmth of his skin on my hands, I stopped, alerting him to the fact that I really wanted to put the brakes on what was happening in a parking lot full of drunk college kids.
“Really?” he asked before letting his lips nip the sensitive skin of my neck. “I was hoping we could speed this along and you'd let me take you back to my place.” He raised his head and greeted me with a sinfully delicious smile.
“As tempting as that sounds...” his hands slid from my waist to the curves of my hips as he returned his mouth to my neck. “And feels...” I felt myself start to succumb to him again and willed my hands to separate us. I knew I had a lot of ground work left to lay if I wanted to get access to his fortune, but all I could think about was being just another conquest to him. I knew he'd dated a lot of women, and whatever it was he was doing to me made me want to be more than the girl doing the walk of shame and never hearing from him again. “Please, we need to stop. I don't want to be...” I trailed off. “We just need to slow down.”
“You're right,” he said, pulling his lips from mine. “You just look so damn good tonight. It's hard to control myself.” It most definitely was hard. I could feel every inch of him as he pulled me closely to him and wrapped his arms around me. “You'll never be one of those girls, Lila. I like you too much already.” I felt my heart skip a beat. Could he read my mind? He placed a soft kiss on my cheek before opening the car door. “Let's get you home.”
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