He's a grumpy bad boy with a chip on his shoulder the size of the state.
He's dark, broody, sexy as hell, and he knows it.
I shouldn't want him so badly.
He barely knows I'm alive.
Until nature decides to throw us a curve ball. Mother nature... Or fate.
Once the clothes come off and secrets are revealed...there's no going back.
We both know we're careening toward a disaster by falling into bed again.
But one taste wasn't enough.
It's more like an appetizer for a meal with an endless number of courses.
And I'm a starving woman.