Those Ocean Eyes | Hiatus

Those Ocean Eyes | Hiatus

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Romance
Esabella Evans is an eye candy for all the male species on the planet, old and new born (literally). She has waist length, silky, shiny, chestnut brown hair, which is always wavy, a delicate nose, soft features, and dark pink lips. But what stands out are her eyes. Brighter than any diamond, and prettier than any ocean. 'Her eyes are jewels reflecting the Mediterranean Sea.' .............................................................................................. "Just who do you think you are?" He says, whilst he smirks and points his gun at my temple. This time I smirk, "Esabella Evans." I say, and kick my head back. .............................................................................................. Note: PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS: "Eyes Of The Ocean". PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS: "MEDITERRANEAN SEA"
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The one thing I've been missing walks into my life. A man with blue-green eyes that sets my soul on fire. I sure didn't see Mr. Sexy in my stars. Ironically, I meet the man of my dreams in Alabama. He's a handsome helicopter pilot who moved into 9G down the hall. Our chemistry is off-the-charts HOT! He thinks I'm a sweet, southern girl. And for now, that's enough. There is no reason to share my secret yet. It serves no purpose for him to know I'm the hottest act on The Vegas Strip. A million-dollar diva with a show of my own. Experience has proven that information changes men. They stereotype me, and I am not a 'sex worker.' I'm a dancer who sells the suggestion of seduction. As a matter of fact, my Rule #1 is: No touching. So, my game plan is simple. Seduce him. See if this magical feeling between us is love. If the fireworks explode into something real, I'll share my secret then. But if the fireworks implode, there was no need for him to have known. Time to test Mr. Sexy's desire. Is it lust or love?

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