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“He walks toward the closet, dropping the towel from his waist. I flip down onto the bed with a giggle. To think I'd called him an ass before was meant to be an insult. Nope, his is sculpted perfection, worthy of a museum. Michelangelo's David would be seething with jealousy.”

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Book:The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique
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