They both stepped out of the car and headed toward the entrance of the bar. Even in her heeled slippers, her head barely reached his collarbone, which made her shorter than the women he usually dated. At six foot four, and with a muscular physique, he generally preferred women who didn’t make him feel like a giant. But while the size disparity had concerned him before, now he found it a turn-on too.

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…’It’s not a date…It’s not a date…You are not on a date’

Maybe if she kept repeating it, she might remember it….Bonnie kept telling herself that.

Because David’s jerk credentials had become harder and harder to...