Dirty rich one night stand.
That's all it was supposed to be. Her. Him. Pleasure. And then a fast
good-bye. He's a stranger. And yet he's not. She knows him even though
he doesn't know her.
He's the powerful attorney, now world-renowned after coming off the
trial of a century which was publicized across the country. And I'm one
of the reporters that sat in his courtroom.
I watched him, studied him, got to know him from afar which isn't hard
since I know his exact brand of confidence, arrogance, and wealth.
I know his type. I've dated his type. Which is why when I happen to come
face to face with him, when sparks fly and heat simmers between us, I
know what happens if I say yes to Reese Summer.
I know he'll taste like sin and sex, even before he kisses me.
I know he'll feel like pleasure and passion, even before he touches me.
I know he'll demand more than I wants to give, and yet, because I dare
to give myself to him, the result will be deliciously hot.
I know that I will not leave his bed without being utterly, completely
sated.
And I know that I will leave the next morning anyway.
And so, I do.
And so, he follows.
And as the chase begins my question becomes: Is Reese Summer the one
or is he really just a dirty, arrogant lie that should have stayed a one
night stand?
