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Easton Mcclaire's life is nothing short of a 007 movie; with nothing else on his agenda besides making money to support his lavish lifestyle, he scours New York-claiming to be a stockbroker while he cons the city's richest businessmen. When life just doesn't seem interesting enough, Easton meets a flamboyant, jewel-covered, bubbly illustrator with a funky Jersey accent named Lila Stewarts. She has enough passion and drive to fuel the city. Now out of work and searching, she hits the pavement to find anything to help her dying career. So what happens when she meets Easton Mcclaire and he seems to be the answer to her prayers? Except...he isn't...at all. What happens when upon meeting Lila, Easton decides she is everything wrong with the world and gives her a little trouble in her already complicated life? What happens when Easton's plans backfire and now he's stuck with her? What happens with Lila has to adjust to living with a micromanaging jerk like Easton? And what happens when unusual feelings start to kindle? ---- "You think I'm stupid." She removed her back from the building and stalked towards me slowly. Those piercing green eyes dove into me. She looked like a cat ready to hunt. Her blonde eyebrows were scrunched together and she hiked her yoga pants up. "No, I don't." I shook my head and moved back slowly. "Yes, you do! That's why you weren't worried about stealing all my money!" She barked. "I mean you're not-" I started but her hands found my nipples. Yes, my nipples! She was giving me a purple nurple! I hadn't had one since middle school! Now a grown woman was attacking me in the back alley of a run-down bar trying to rip my nipples off! "Stop! What are you doing!" I tried to pull her hands off my body but it was to no avail. She scrunched her nose back aggressively. "What do you think?!" She twisted harder. I felt faint at this point. "You barely have any nipple!" She groaned in frustration. "I won't let you hurt them!" I hissed, fighting back.
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