Mylifeinmiami - Adria Rae - Private Date -11.10... — Exclusive Deal

She didn’t delete it. Not yet.

She had let herself be seen.

“I’m not asking you to be.” He sat down on the couch, leaving a deliberate space between them. “My wife died eleven months and ten days ago. That’s what 11.10 means. Not a time. An anniversary.” MyLifeInMiami - Adria Rae - Private Date -11.10...

She paused. “Adria.”

Her stomach tightened. Oh. This again. The ones who wanted to negotiate off-menu. The ones who mistook her performance for permission. She didn’t delete it

“The reason I booked you for two hours instead of one,” he said. “I don’t want a date. Not the kind you’re selling.” her guard rising.

“What’s this?” she asked, her guard rising.