Dear Neighbor

Tori. Cash Hunter is the sexiest bad boy Brit on the planet! Yeah, he's famous, tattooed, and ridiculously hunk-a-licious, but he's also filthy-mouthed, cocky, crude, and a dyed in the wool womanizer. And now he wants me! I've said, no, constantly, but apparently he doesn't take no for an answer. Everywhere I turn he seems to be around with those smoldering hot, seductive green eyes. OMG, the air is crackling with sexual chemistry and I don't know how long I can resist. Cash. In my world, girls don't say no. Everybody wants a piece of Cash Hunter. It's use and get used, and it suits me just fine. But all Tori Diamond gives me is sass, and fucking more sass. I'm a player, I don't chase pussy, but damn if I can't stop thinking about that fiesty, wildcat beauty. She turns me on so fucking bad it hurts. Fine. She's a challenge but I'm game. She can pretend to resist me as much as she likes. We both know that act won't last. First, I'll make her beg for me, then I'll make her mine...