Lost in Between
Lost in Between (Finding Me #1)
We as a whole have one.
That enchantment number that will motivate us to consent to do anything, be anything.
Try not to sit on your gold-plated overinflated ego and say you don’t on account of you do. Everybody does. Each of us has something we pine for enough that we’d offer ourselves to have it.
What’s my tipping point, you inquire? Evidently a cool quarter mil will do the trap.
What does one accomplish for 250 expansive, you ponder? Anything the scandalous, perfect playboy of Seattle needs. For the following four months I’ll be Shaw Mercer’s eye candy, his beck and call young lady, his false sweetheart. I’ll be his to order, form, push and draw in any heading he sees fit.
I’ll battle falling into bed with him. I’ll battle beginning to look all starry eyed at him much harder. I’ll come up short at both. What’s more, when my at various times crash in the most sudden of ways, I’ll discover that while one man’s affection for me has never kicked the bucket, the main man’s adoration I truly need will never be mine.