Fantasy Island

I’ve made my millions, and I have girls lining up for me. But all I want is her. And she wants to pretend she hates me. I knew I wanted Crystal the moment she walked into my life. I also should have known she’d be trouble. Bright-blue eyes, curves from here to the Emerald Isle, and that sexy, defiant voice. And now since I’ve been so out-of-control lately, they want her to stay in my room with me. Are you f*** kidding me? I’ve got to endure 2 months of watching her strut around in front of me. It’s like putting a bear in a river with a bunch of salmon and saying “don’t even think about it.” Except once I have a taste, I can’t give her up. Neither can she. Even though she won’t admit it. But I know she loves the way I make her feel at night when no one can hear us. Two months? If I have my way, I’m going to make this forever.