For wedding stylist Misty Morningside, mixing business with pleasure is a professional no-no. That is, until she runs into wedding photographer Adam Wright at a Valentine’s Day event. Dare they set aside business for one night of pleasure?
“One more bite.” Adam fed the final morsel then dabbed Misty’s mouth with a white linen napkin.
He might be playing the role of perfect alpha-gentleman, but beneath that proper tuxedo was the scrappy teenager notorious for cutting class to sneak onto the football field under the bleachers with the flavor-of-the-week. Misty’d studied those smooth moves, watching bird’s-eye from the second story window of Scenic View High School, wishing she could be one of his many conquests. Now was her chance.
Adam held a fresh flute of champagne to her lips but the mischievous twinkle in his whiskey eyes had her craving something else—something harder between her thighs.
“Ready for dessert?”
More than ready. She clenched her lips to keep from saying something that would come back to bite her in the end and nodded instead. God, what am I thinking? Where’s my mantra? Drowning in champagne, so it seemed.
It was only fair to warn him her career came before everything, but she didn’t want to ruin the mood talking about work. Just because they were single, consenting adults didn’t mean this filly should break the stallion and make him her stud—not when her commitment to the family business left so little room for monkey business.
If there ever was a perfect time to be fooling around, Valentine’s Day was it.