Kiss the Saboteur — The Heart Hunter's Folder

Lately, a gorgeous younger man had been trying his damnedest to seduce me. He sent me high-definition ab selfies after his midnight showers. He jogged beneath my apartment windows during a brutal August heatwave, hoping I would happen to look down when he finally got me up for-

Chase, I have a boyfriend. Don't you think this is a little inappropriate? He looked me straight in the eye, sincerity written all over his unfairly handsome face. A woman as beautiful as you deserves all the attention she can get.

What's wrong with having one more man admore you? Then he slid two folders across the table. my latest physical and a complete breakdown of my assets i guarantee i outperformed that 26 old grandpa you're dating designer rings limited edition just like me heart hunters were expensive

discreet and almost entirely unknown outside certain wealthy circles we were hired to steal a specific person's affection usually so an engagement affair or inconvenient would collapse without the client taking the blame on our eighth date i pretended to be tipsy and let my head fall against his shoulder sure enough he secretly snapped a picture of us together evidence

Now I'm sure he was another heart hunter. I immediately called my client to warn her, but before the call connected, Chase plucked the phone out of my hand. You're on a date with me, and you're still checking in with your boyfriend?

When you're lying beside him, do you think about me too? My mind ran frantically through every rule in the heart hunter playbook. In our business, beauty got you through the door.