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Past
John’s apartment building was in a nice part of town. He lived on the top floor. Global had to be paying him crazy money for him to afford a penthouse. She stared up at it in dismay because…fuck, she just wanted to f**k Adam’s brother.
She would have laughed if it weren’t so messed up. She couldn’t go over to John’s apartment. There were beds there…and counters…and she was horny. f**k. She was also clearly teetering toward drunk. How fast had she downed those martinis?
Anyway. She pushed her mind back to the matter at hand—f*****g John. Wait, no. Maybe she didn’t even want to f**k him. Well, all she knew was that after only a few short hours, she had already completely pegged him as a bad boy—the kind of guy she would have f****d in an instant before Adam.
Before Adam.
Right.
