I’d seen that look before, on countless Alejandro videos, a come-hither smile that nobody could resist. Damn, he was hot—it burned deep into me. The long black hair, the irresistibly alluring grin, those intense gray eyes. I stood there transfixed.

I began to wonder how much he knew. Was it possible that when he talked about imperfect morals, he knew how it applied to me? Or was he referring to only himself and George? Perhaps he simply had the hots for me and wanted my body. Not that I had any problem with that, but I still didn’t understand how it could be possible.




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