I slept with a stranger I choked out in a bar fight—and now I can’t stop thinking about him.
He was the last person I expected to see that night—brooding, sharp-tongued, and glaring at me like I ruined his quiet.
I only hit the Wall Street jerk because he grabbed me. Jamie stepped in because apparently, he has issues. Big, beautiful, mysterious issues.
I choked a man out. Jamie kissed me like it was war.
And then I took him home.
The next morning, he vanished. I figured that was it—until he showed up at my company’s charity gala three weeks later… as the ghostwriter of the keynote speaker.
Somehow, we keep crashing into each other—at parties, in meetings, in closets.
He’s moody and impossible. But when I’m falling apart, he sees through me like no one else.
