![]() The more I get to know Conor, however, the more I start to fall for him. After all, once our business is concluded, he’ll be out of my life for good. Instead, I decide there’s no harm in flirting. The one that belongs to my anonymous late-night texter. The same geeky tie that’s held hostage on my phone. Wells: The first thing I notice about Conor Newell when he sits down in my high-rise conference room is how delightfully nervous he is. Within days, I’m falling for someone I shouldn’t, and I have to remind myself that none of this is real. ![]() I spend my days squaring off against Wells in the boardroom, and my nights succumbing to the sexy stranger’s commanding texts in the bedroom. Little do I know the man on the other end of the line is none other than Wells Grange: the most controlling, egotistical, emotionless SOB I’ve ever met. ![]() I tell myself an unexpected night of hot as hell back-and-forth is the perfect way to blow off a little steam while I’m in New York closing an important business deal. ![]() ![]() Only, instead of it going to the flirty hotel bartender, it goes to some random stranger who actually responds. Conor: It starts with a drunken text pic. ![]()
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