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Patrick: That mane. That fucking mane. It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and move - and that might be fine if she wasn't my apprentice. Andy Asani was nothing beats I expected. She was amazing and scary-brilliant, and the slightest murmur from those lips sent hot, famished lust swirling through my veins. Andy: My needs were few - good eats, extra tall boots, sweaty yoga, interesting work. One extremely hot architect with the most expressive hazel eye I ever encountered and entirely too much skill in and from the bedroom wasn't area of the original plan. Wine beverage was my rabbi and vodka was my therapist, and I'd need a lot of both to survive my apprenticeship. Especially with Patrick Walsh departing love notes in the form of bite marks around my body.
