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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Published in the United States of America.
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By Maya Anders
There was a light covering of snow on the gravel parking lot of the big old mansion. Roxy eased her car carefully into a narrow space between a large black SUV and a small red convertible. Stepping out, her ears were assailed by the thumping music and raucous laughter of the wild party underway inside. The light from the impressive gothic windows cast flickering shadows over the parking lot.
Roxy looked around for the footpath she’d been told about. As she did so, three tall, fashionably dressed young men piled out of the SUV. All three of them gawped in her direction. To be more specific, they gawped in the direction of her bosom.
She was used to having men stare at her breasts. They were worth staring at, their prodigious size accentuated by her athletically petite figure. Roxy, however, was not interested in men.
“Get a load of that,” one of the guys said.
“Small but perfectly formed,” another added.
They looked and sounded like Ivy League students. From what she’d heard about Hamilton Drake’s social circle, they probably were Ivy League students. Roxy herself was a State University student.
The third man was eying her thoughtfully. “Hamilton said he was going to bring in some high-class hookers this year. Guess that’s what this one is.”