7
Jake was still kicking himself the next day. He should never have kissed her. Put his hands on her. Pressed her against the counter and devoured her.
Fuck.
He had no idea what stopped him, but he knew he had to stop. Alyssa wasn’t his. Hell, she was still married. Not that he’d Googled her or anything.
Yeah, right.
It didn’t matter. The articles he read speculated on the marriage of convenience they appeared to have. Not that Jake took marriage vows lightly, even if they weren’t his own. If she was at all attached to her husband, he needed to stay away from her.
Which meant his great idea about them being friends really was the dumbest thing he’d ever thought of. He couldn’t be friends with Alyssa. Not when one heartfelt explanation left him unable to resist kissing the hell out of
