She was both strikingly gorgeous and completely natural, and her perceptive eyes said she was not afraid to wield said power over a man.

As it was, she never wanted to leave her bed because it meant seeing him when she fell asleep.

Considering she’d conjured him, she supposed he should be drool-worthy. After all, he was the closest thing to a long term relationship she’d ever had, despite him totally being a figment.

His sexy smile said trust me or don’t, he didn’t care.

He would’ve sworn the woman was a reincarnation of Holly Golightly, but this wasn’t a Capote novel, no matter her resemblance to Hepburn.

Damn, but that made him want to put on a straightjacket.

This is turning into an alcohol-will-cure-everything kind of day.