Dylan has a stare colder than the Arctic.
Even so, I can’t stop staring at him.
I should – the guy’s been a thorn in my side since my father hired him as a consultant.
I’m supposed to be taking over the company but it feels like dad doesn’t trust me at all.
To impress him I have to impress Dylan.
Not an easy task when I’m pretty certain Dylan is the devil.
The devil with the kind of gorgeousness that should come with a warning.
One that says ‘look but don’t touch’.
I learned the hard way one late night, when we turned into something more.
A mistake? Yes, it should be.
Until it happened one more time… and again and again.
Then we became a hot, sinful, secret that could cost us everything.