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Obsessed with My Billionaire Boss: Wet and Willing

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“Are you the stripper?” he asked. I almost laughed. “Well, sir, I am anything you want me to be tonight.” That was the night Annie met him. The stranger who gave her the first orgasm of her life. The one she spent a year trying to forget. She never could. She obsessed about it. Spending most of her time looking for him. With her bank account Empty, Her rent due, Her Finances Crumbling. She takes on a job as a House sitter for a wealthy Owner. She didn’t expect him to be familiar. She didn’t expect him to be him. Mr Orgasm. Mr. Hale. Korean. Impossibly hot. And looking right through her like she was furniture. He didn’t remember the club. He didn’t remember the way she’d played with her strap that night, pretending to be someone she wasn’t. He definitely didn’t remember the money he’d thrown at her feet. The ring on his finger made sure of that. His fiance. But she remembers everything. Scrubbing his floors while picturing his hands on her? While knowing he’d never look at her twice? It was torture. Except sometimes, late at night, when the house was quiet, she caught him watching her. Like maybe he remembered after all. Like maybe he wanted to. He has a fiancée. A life. A world she doesn’t belong in. Will they find their way back to that night? Or will some lines never be crossed twice?
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