Hamilton sometimes just gets the opposite effect than he wanted, “of course I was coming. You don’t have your car here.” He was obviously p****d, his face tight and his eyes narrow. For some reason, his glare didn’t scare or annoy her. It turned her on." Hamilton is a very proper man, “because you just thanked me in a very proper way for letting you eff my mouth.” There are times Hamliton is not a slow man, he moves at lightning speed, “I don’t have panties on, either.” In less than two seconds, he was right behind her, pushing up the tails of her shirt—well, his shirt, technically—and squeezing her *** with both." I liked this book, I loved Hamliton.
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