The only thing hotter than the Miami sun is the sexual tension at Panic, the South Beach nightclub where love knows no boundaries. Lola: I've seen the way women in line behind the velvet rope look at William Fox, like he's an Armani-clad St. Peter at the pearly gates. Except Panic isn't heaven, and this bouncer is no saint. He's been tempting me to sin ever since I started working here, but Fox's slick smile and bad-boy swagger tell me everything I need to know about him.
Still, a girl has needs. And Fox looks ready to fulfill every last one-at least for a night.
The only thing hotter than the Miami sun is the sexual tension at Panic, the South Beach nightclub where love knows no boundaries. Lola: I've seen the way women in line behind the velvet rope look at William Fox, like he's an Armani-clad St. Peter at the pearly gates. Except Panic isn't heaven, and this bouncer is no saint. He's been tempting me to sin ever since I started working here, but Fox's slick smile and bad-boy swagger tell me everything I need to know about him.
Still, a girl has needs. And Fox looks ready to fulfill every last one-at least for a night.