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Not believing a word coming out of her mouth, green eyes narrowed and a smirk came back tenfold, forcing her to drown in him, "Doubt it. Something tells me he's not your type."
So unlike her, Amelia didn't have an answer yet to that comment that, with that face, certainly had a double meaning. She went for the obvious route, tempting the fire that was forming in her lower belly.
"Then what is my type?" Amelia asked.

"Me."
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Amelia Evans, the failing comedian with a touch of sass, finds herself dragged along to a party in Paris that just screams chaotic energy. Harry, the famous solo artist known for his graceful charm and typical social media blackouts, can't help but find Amelia's stubbornness... just Amelia.
But everything changes when she starts to work for him and a secret is not so secret anymore in a business-led by men.

#MeToo