When the bosss wife asks me to fill in for a stranger photoshoot the only answer is yes.
And man am I glad I did.
At twenty-three, most people think I have no business chasing after the divorced, single mom more than a decade older than me.
But they’d be wrong.
I’ve lived more in my time than most will in the entirety of theirs. I survived the kind of life that will crush you if you give it too much space to breathe.
But I’m still standing.
One look at Lana Richards, and I know why. She’s beautiful and sassy and there’s no denying the way my body lights up when she’s near. She’s the kind of woman that consumes you and makes you beg for more.
Shes everything.
They say age is only a number but it might just be our downfall. Especially when her ex husband finds out I’m more than just warming her bed. She’s scared but I can’t help if she won’t let me in.
How can we be meant to be, when everything is falling apart?
