I had one job.
Stand up tall, look pretty, and don't fall for the lawyer trying to put my father in prison.
I had one. fucking. job.
I’ve always had a thing for the forbidden guy.
So, I shouldn’t have been surprised by the rush of blood to my cheeks the moment I laid eyes on Lance Tyler, Attorney at Law.
Tall, handsome. A jaw chiseled from solid rock. Wicked smart — and not just street smart.
He could triple word score me all night long if you know what I mean.
But any primal urge I have instantly goes cold when I remember why I entered his office in the first place.
My father is in jail. Lance wants to keep it that way.
Sleeping with the enemy isn’t my style but Lance has a few urges of his own.
One touch. One kiss. One night with him… and I’ve completely lost myself.
No man has ever wrecked me like this before.
But it feels so good.