Lavish parties in Paris don’t impress a man like me.
Been there and done that a thousand times over.
But when I stumble upon a mysterious woman in black at a masked ball in Paris, she does more than impress.
She turns me on, over, and upside down just looking at her.
We shared a kiss but I know she needed more.
We both did.
Now all I have left of her is her glove.
I shouldn’t care this much about a memory—or a woman.
Especially when it’s getting in the way of a new girl who turns my head.
She happens to be my brother’s sister-in-law.
Talk about family ties.
But she also happens to be someone else.
Someone who taunts me with familiarity and curves I know I’ve seen before.
I’m on my knees for my woman in Paris.
And all she was…
Was one midnight kiss.
Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~Weston
