Ariel's POV
I woke up wishing I could blame the kiss on exhaustion. But unfortunately, I remembered every second of it.
I remembered the way his hand had brushed mine, the way those ridiculous green eyes had held mine captive...
Damn!
The way I had kissed him back, and the thought of that made something turn in my stomach.
That kiss wasn't supposed to happen.
I had spent months... scratch that, years, putting myself back together after everything life had taken away.
Piece by piece, day by day, I worked on myself.
And I had a very simple plan: focus on myself, build a company or two, and never again let a man become the center of my world.
Then Malcolm happened.
A man I barely knew.
A man whose smile should have come with a warning label.
Shit! I groaned and buried my face in m
