I wanted her at first sightβ¦
She was glorious, a sexy badass cop who oozed a fierce and dangerous sex appeal that tempted me at every turn. The fact that she despised me and her wickedly scathing tongue irked me off, only turned me on more and made me want to rile her up. Getting a woman like her to submit to a kinky dominant man with a sordid past like me would be a coup and a joy.
Now she needs my help to find a killer, and an overwhelming need to make it go away, to fix things for her falls over me. Iβm even willing to embrace a part of my life that Iβd shut the door on years ago. Iβd never in my life reacted like this to a woman, and I don't understand it, but I'm not above taking advantage of it. She may hate me now, but I know she wants me, and I'm going to wear her down. She can deny our sexual chemistry all she wants, but it's only a matter of time before she gives in...
I despised him at first sightβ¦
He was an arrogant bastard, a smug and exasperating enigma too sexy for his own damn good. His masculine perfection was ruined by that infuriating smirk he constantly wore. He turned me on and pissed me off in equal measure, and my reaction to him was bizarre and annoying. How the hell was I so aroused by this man? He'd gotten under my skin, and I couldn't get him out.
Now I need his help to find a killer, despite my disturbing and unexpected physical reaction to him that makes no sense whatsoever. Thereβs no denying my attraction to him, but I have no intention of doing anything about it or letting it turn into something more. I canβt let my desire for this infuriating man interfere with my investigation, no matter how much my traitorous body aches to give inβ¦