That Don't Impress Me Much

That Don't Impress Me Much

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Kristin is a responsible 23 years old; she has a great job as a personal assistant to one of the richest men in the United States. She is well liked and respected by everyone she works with. When one night she goes out with her friends and wakes up in a hotel room, with a guy she doesn't remember sleeping with. Will this night change her life? He has money and gets any women he wants; Damon is a 25 year old who manages a number of hotels around the world. In his family he is known for sleeping with any women he wants, he has never been in a serious relationship. But what happens when he has a one night stand with a woman who leaves before he wakes up. Damon has always been the one to leave before the girl wakes up; it has never been the other way around. What will he do? Will Damon ever see Kristin again? How will their lives be changed, by that one night?
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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