Get in. Get some. Get out. What could go wrong?
Everything can go wrong.
Especially when, still reeling from an ill-timed break-up, I say yes to the hottest guy in the bar and he turns out to be the ridiculously sexy younger brother - and surprisingly capable manny - of Hollywood's hottest leading man, Landon Trask—who also happens to be my new boss.
In the blink of an eye, Lex McLeod goes from hot one-night stand to hostile housemate who seems hellbent on seeing me fail... when he isn't luring me into the pool house and talking me out of my panties, that is.
Lex has made it clear he’s not above fighting dirty to get what he wants and what he wants is me gone - by any means necessary.
That’s okay - I can handle the fighting. If my ex-boyfriend taught me anything it’s that I’m tougher than I look. What I can’t handle is all the dirty things Lex whispers in my ear between rounds or that it’s suddenly not just my job on the line - it’s my heart.
“Oh…” That smirk is back in full force. He leans across the bar and into my space, the sudden proximity of his mouth to mine pushing the air out of my lungs in a rush. “I think you’ve misunderstood my intentions.”
“Intentions?” I say it like I have no command over the English language, whatsoever. Like I have no idea what the word means. “You have intentions? Toward me?”
“I do.” He gives me a nod, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “I have a lot of them actually—would you like to hear them?”
“Yes…” I breathe the word softly like I’m not sure what it means while he reaches for me—past me—to pull my ponytail over my shoulder. “Yes, please.”
“Excellent.” His fingers tighten around my hair to tug me closer, shooting tingles across my scalp. “I intend to take you home with me, Ellenore,” he whispers it, his lips brushing against mine with every word. “I intend to get you naked.” His blue eyes go dark, and his mouth curves in the kind of smile that would lay me out flat if I weren’t already sitting. “And I intend to make you come so goddamned hard, you forget your own name.”
“I’m dressed like a soccer mom.” What am I doing? Am I actively trying to repel him?
He leans away just enough to look at me. The smile holds. “Hopefully not for long.”
- MR. WRONG