Give It Everything I've Got
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"Why don't we go somewhere more... private?" He said huskily in my ear, trapping me between him and the wall. My breath hitched as he nibbled gently on my earlobe. The sound of breaking glass broke me out the trance I hoped I never get caught in again. "Woah there cowgirl, there's a room down the hall you know!" Halle winked at me walking away. I sighed loudly, I really don't know how I put up with this everyday... Allessia's on a mission, a very dangerous one. Tracking down the most dangerous man in the world wouldn't be so hard if she didn't have to juggle all the things in her life. Her hopeless romantic bestfriend, her loving yet nagging father, her sexy and very arrogant work partner, and so many other problems that she deals with on a daily basis. How she handles it all? By giving it everything she's got.
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