I came for a girl’s trip, and I’m leaving with my heart tangled up with a silver fox.
A 10K run for cancer awareness, no problem. But a handsome, older, billionaire grump has my head screaming DANGER, DANGER.
I can’t say out loud what the rest of my body is telling me.
Let’s just say I need to change my lace panties.
The flock of pink ladies in tutus run right over me as I stop in my tracks, watching that stud bark orders for directions, “This way, ladies.”
No, no, no. I didn’t listen to the neon red lights in my brain.
I catch a glimpse of some humanness as he sponsors this 10K.
Before I know it, we’re between the sheets, under the stars, and everywhere else.
