Let Me In: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance
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taring at the endless pictures and ideas. I didn't like to steal anyone's great ideas, but
as known for planning parties that were ridiculously over the top. No detail was missed. When someone told me they had this idea, I took it and ran. On
e. I had to. It was too tempting to keep open. I pulled out the file for the party I was preparing a proposal for. It was a sweet-sixteen party
a, said as she walked
with a smile
s from my desk. "I have a bit of an
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quest," she said with a grimace
ws. "Last minute i
hun
ll open. "T
hey are pulling in some pretty good business and the owner wa
ring the fact the party he wanted would nor
ort notice. This could be a good account. We were the only planners willing to
ed me to do?" I asked
nd. I cannot possibly spare a minute for this. I have Am
d in my gut.
They don't want a lot of fl
ld say no. "Yes. I w
h out, but this wedding is a big d
as big. I had been picking up the slack while Clara focused all her energy on the one wedding. I
gging forward. "Thank you. I knew I could count
plans. It is a doozie. Th
nd you the details in
ht on it," I
over my face. "Oh shit," I breathed. "Y
I needed everything in its place. I pulled out the yellow pad I insisted on keeping notes on
right frame of mind to tackle a new project. A big project. I opened it and immediately printed the docume
them perfectly even, and put a staple in the corner. Only then did I start to read th
hings. I needed to do a little window shopping. I needed fresh air and a cha
ay drinking, but my best friend in the whole world worked at the bar. It was really
would hang out at the other side. I said my goodbyes to the small staff that worked in the office and headed out into the beautiful San Diego sun.