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Even though eneral rule is no models in the bedroom, I’ve dated the disorder Maybe it never gets serious, , but we all know that if the girls get too big, they can’t wear the clothes And if they can’t wear the clothes, they’re out of a job

Rook doesn’t know this yet, but it won’t take her long to figure it out And I like her the way she is--her body is fking hot And I think it ht break my heart if she traded those curves in for bones

"So what ?" I ask

"The Last Sarin

"You think you’re clever, don’t you, Gidget? Got it all figured out?" She plops down on the couch and I sit just far enough away to make her wonder what my intentions are I have no intentions Well, ht now

"I have no idea what you’re talking about This movie has Tom I-have-no-shirt-on-and-I-kill-people-with-swords Cruise in it"

She’s got me here "So you have no idea what my naht?"

I laugh "Really? You have no idea?"

She smiles and leans back into the couch, her cute little bare feet doing a dance as they rest on the coffee table "Everything I do is done with purpose, Ronin The waitress wrote your naht I ate at Cookie’s, so I knew right then it wasn’t Irish, even though your last name is Flynn and that is Irish But I didn’t choose this h again Like hell she didn’t

"I chose it because it’s got cherry trees, is deeply philosophical, and is cinematically beautiful"

I just stare at her

"And because Toets to kick ass with a stick"

"Bokken," I correct her as I smile with satisfaction I kick my feet up on the coffee table next to hers and click play on the remote Every time she opens her mouth she surprises me "So tomorrow, you have any questions about toht? And do the now I have to hide it with my hand as I look over at her "You’re bad"

"No," she says as she lies down and rests her head on et, reic"

I play with her hair and watch the ether on the couch, her back pressing againstdeeply and falling asleep

Chapter Twenty - ROOK

I’ve always been a deep sleeper but how Ronin got his hand underexperiences I’ve ever had with an aler I’irls, he’s got his other hand very lon on my belly Pretty erously close to descending past a point of no return