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About the author:
Simone loves dreaming up hot alpha men with deep pockets and large c*cks.
What inspired you to write your book?
Seeing a piece on the news about people fighting the 1%. But what happens if one of them falls for a billionaire?
Here is a short sample from the book:
“You’re not an okay artist, you’re an amazing artist. You must see that now.”
“I used to think I was good, but it took so long for anybody to notice me. And when I finally did get noticed, it was for the wrong reason.”
“Wrong reason?” he asks, his eyebrow arched.
“Not for my art.”
“More for your ass in those tight waitress pants, but followed quickly by both your personality and that picture you drew.”
“You found that sexy?”
“I thought that talent was pretty damn sexy. I’m still eagerly anticipating the self portrait of your sexy tits.”
An easy laugh flows from me. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to hear that laugh.”
“Like keep getting me fired?”
“Fucking hell, I thought we got past that.” The breeziness vanished from his voice. Instead there’s anger, I can detect it through the frustration. I don’t want to push him away, the thought scares me. But he hasn’t given me time, all I need is time to decompress. Now I’m scared I’ll push him away just to get the time I need.
“I don’t want to have this conversation now.”
He closes his eyes and says, “Then let’s talk about something else. Let’s talk about the Dodgers, or the latest Marvel movie, or the fucking weather but for God’s sake, let’s keep talking.
Lawson runs his fingers over my palm, and a tear trickles down my cheek.