Heiress for Hire
“And Donald Trump's hair looked good. She was furious with Danny, absolutely eye-poking irritated that he had kissed her with a sweetness and a passion that she had never experienced in her whole life—and then had apologized. Apologized. Amanda stared into the refrigerator, wishing tuna rolls would magically appear on the shelf. Danny was busy avoiding her since yesterday, and he clearly wasn't coming in the house for lunch. Which meant she had to fend for herself. So, okay, maybe she had been the one to break off the you-know-what the day before. But she had started to worry that Piper would be sitting in the yard with her feelings hurt since she had shown Amanda her hair and then Amanda had no-showed on the swings. Or that she would come in the house in search of her and find her sitter lip-locked with her father. Neither seemed like a good plan, and so Amanda had pulled back, but with every intention of making arrangements to pick that kiss back up later. But Danny had opened his mo...uth and said he was sorry, it hadn't happened, blah, blah, blah, until she felt about as sexy and wanted as a llama.MoreLess
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