Daniel DuPont was supposed to have been a one-night stand.
A man I could remember fondly as giving me the best night of my life.
Not turn into someone who has infiltrated every facet of it.
I can’t seem to escape him; those turquoise eyes, filthy mouth, dimples, and French accent demanding more than one night.
I can’t.
He’s now my client.
I won’t break the rules, mixing business and pleasure.
Except he sure is making it hard to stay a good girl.
