Hookups weren't for her.
Rachel knew that. She was a good girl—sigh—she'd always been a good girl.
Except when it came to him.
She'd met the him in question in a bar of all places and his lean strength, gorgeous face, and way-too-charming personality had combined to shatter her defenses. All of a sudden she'd been doing all of those "dangerous, bad girl" things her grandmother had once warned her of.
And just like her grandma had predicted, he'd vanished come morning.
No note. No exchanged numbers. She hadn't even known his name.
Fine. Whatever. Rachel had chalked it up to a horrible—albeit, wholly pleasurable—mistake and moved on. She was the assistant to Heather O'Keith, a kick ass, take-no-prisoners CEO of a billion dollar corporation, she didn't have time to sit around and worry over a man.
But then Heather had gotten her happily ever after by marrying equally successful business entrepreneur, Clay Steele, and Rachel discovered that she had to work in close, day-to-day contact with him.
Sebastian Henley. The an from the bar. The sexy, gorgeous, irresistible disappearing man from the bar.
And he still made her want to do bad, bad things.
