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Dom Moretti.
Former mafia hitman.
God’s gift to women.
Brilliant lawyer.
Those were just a few reasons why I hated Dom in law school.
Tonight . . .
I hate his panty-melting stare, his wicked smile, and that loose-hip stride of his.
I hate the way his biceps stretch the sleeves of his tailored suit.
I hate that after two years, I can’t stop thinking about the almost kiss in the library.
So when he sits at my bar, acting like he doesn’t remember me, I do what any woman would’ve done in my position.
I agree to a midnight hookup with the great Dom Moretti.
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