A reclusive millionaire. A stripper with the wrong address. A hot random encounter that neither of them can forget.No one knows I’m a millionaire. I wear jeans and T-shirts. Afghanistan left me with scars inside and out. All I want is to be left alone.Until the stripper who came to my door got the wrong apartment.I was planning to tell her. But she kissed me first.She says it’s just a job. She … kissed me first.She says it’s just a job. She says she has rules. But now Gwen is breaking her rules, and I’m breaking mine.We’re both broken. Maybe…
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