Donovan isn't one to ask for things, the man demands them, “dinner,” he said emphatically. “We need to talk. I’ll send my driver to pick you up at eight.” He turned around and headed back toward the door." Donovan could really be am arse, “well, I’m here,” he said, hands curled into the sofa, “and I’m not leaving until you explain. Or until I’ve emptied my *** down your throat. The choice is yours.” I enjoyed this book, Donovan was really an arse who gave you whiplash, I really think his head is too far up his butt. I can't wait to see how things work out in the next book.
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