A night of drinking.
And this stupid speed-dating.
I’m hooked on his stupidly handsome face.
A face worthy of … doing some naughty things to.
Despite his prick attitude.
A line crossed that can’t be uncrossed.
The memories terrorizing me.
A night that should be a night of fun ended with … well, way differently.
At least he’s the perfect fake date I need for Elle’s wedding.
But then, am I only falling deeper into his world?
His dark world of control and pain.
