I Checked Out the Badboy's Boxers
"Not the typical cliche teen fiction"
"You're hooked from the get go. Pretty much similar to when you can't stop eating till the last slice of pizza, or have the eagerness to pee, but can't because you're scared that if you stop reading you'll miss the intensity each word brings."
"There isn't even a word good enough to describe this book. I'm speechless."
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"Please Lexa?" Elle looks at me, "Just fill in my spot for ten minutes."
At that moment I was calm, what could go wrong with running a checkout isle for ten minutes? As it turns out, everything.
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"Why are you checking me out?" His voice questions.
Even his voice is the sexiest thing I've ever heard.
Not to mention the broad shoulder, killer jawlined boy it came from.
"I wasn't, I swear!" My cheeks blush ferociously. How the hell did he notice? In fact I'd always thought I was pretty stealthy.
He just chuckles and looks at me, a rambling mess, "Yes you are."
"Okay, alright, you know what-" I pause trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered dignity from the floor, "Maybe you shouldn't come in here like a fracking ambercrombie model and then on top of that blame a poor little innocent girl for looking-"
"I meant those. You're checking me out." He gestures to the items laying across the counter and the scanner in my hand.
Oh shit.
Let me just repeat that for a moment now.
Oh shit.
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Started: 12/27/15
Ended: 10/24/18
February 2019: #1 HUMOR
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Warning: I cannot guarantee you will walk away from this book unaffected
