Apparently, I’m behind on times because I had no idea who Damon Tucker was before Sandy pointed him out at our fundraiser. Okay, yeah, he’s cute. And he’s rich…like, mega-rich. And no, he’s totally not my type.
I’d already forgotten about the gorgeous man by the time he sent someone to my work to ask me out for him. Who does that? Who does this guy think he’s playing with?
If you want to ask me out, you better grow a pair, because I’m not like the other women you meet, Mr. Tucker, and you’ll find that out real soon.
I knew the moment I saw her that she’d be mine, no matter what it took. She’s sassy and smart, a spitfire girl with a sharp tongue and a desire to drive me wild. Just thinking about her makes me ache, makes me crave her touch, her kiss.
I want her. No, I need her.
No one says no to me. But she did.
And now I want her even more.