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Dirty Little Princess
He stopped short and stood behind a tall, potted palm at the entrance to the resort’s open-air bar. He felt foolish, but the second he spotted her he got a strong feeling he was about to walk into something he had no reference for. She was standing at the bar between empty stools, her long, honey-blonde hair flowing loose around her shoulders. The white minidress she was wearing was T-shirt thin, hugging her extravagant curves like she’d spilled paint on her body. The neckline plunged nearly to...