Reed assumes he's running this game of seduction.
Something my heart desires even more than my body craves one night of delicious fun with the yummiest man alive. The truth is Reed has something I desperately want. Not until I've figured out my best strategy with him. Unfortunately, though, I can't give into my powerful craving to jump Reed's cocky bones. Indeed, the moment I laid eyes on Reed while he was speaking at an on-campus event I'd crashed, my body physically ached to feel his golden fingers-and tongue-all over me. But that doesn't mean I don't want him to succeed. The Man with the Midas Touch would say anything to get me into his bed, and I know it.
I wouldn't trust a word out of the arrogant music mogul's mouth if his gold-plated tongue were notarized.
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