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He's all mine for one night…
It’s my thirtieth birthday. It’s also Valentine’s Day. I’m not sure which one sucks most.
My best friend, Sarah, begged me to go out with her and her husband for dinner, but I’m not in the mood for celebration. I’ve worked hard all day, run for an hour, and now I plan to spend the evening alone playing video games and eating a whole tub of cookie dough ice cream.
But when I get home, I discover a man sitting on the carpet in the corridor outside my penthouse apartment.
He’s tall, gorgeous, wearing an expensive suit, and carrying the biggest bouquet of red roses I’ve ever seen.
He also has a huge red bow tied around his waist.
“I’m from Casanovas,” he says.
Hmm. That sounds vaguely familiar...
He gestures at the bow, and his smile turns mischievous. “Sarah says Happy Birthday.”
Oh. My. God.