I've been a fan of Dallas Woods as long as I can remember. You might say that I'm his biggest fan, but not in a creepy way. I just wanted the chance to meet him-he's so sexy with those clear blue eyes and that thick, dark hair. I didn't mean to pass out on him. Never mind end up in his bed that night. This can't be a serious thing for him. He's so mature, so amazing. I'm sure Dallas has more important things to do besides me. And yes, I mean that just the way it sounds. I'm half his age. He needs a woman-not some eighteen year old girl.
I have a rule that I don't touch my fans. After all-what kind of a gentleman would I be if I did that? Especially when they are young, hot little things like Ellie Scott. Except I can't stop thinking about her. Her tight little body. Those perky little-well-you get it. I want her. I want all of her. In every way imaginable. How can I prove to Ellie that she's the only girl for me?