“What do you know about me, Isabeau?" He leaned forward, and I forced myself to stay still instead of shying away. He was so close that I could smell the subtle notes of his cologne: musk and wood with a… — Delilah Fawkes Copy Share Image
“I stared down at the white bikini in horror. My cleavage was out in full form, while the bikini bottoms hugged my hips, tinier than anything I’d ever dare buy for myself. What the hell was Gavin Fletcher thinking putting me in something like this? And he wanted me to go outside in it, much less get my picture taken?… — Delilah Fawkes Copy Share
“What do you know about me, Isabeau?" He leaned forward, and I forced myself to stay still instead of shying away. He was so… — Delilah Fawkes Copy Share Image
