Hendrix Parker
“Guess he took care of my mini meltdown for me," I muttered, not quite knowing how I felt about that. There was something sexy about a man that took charge, but this situation called for me to keep myself level-headed.
Hendrix, no matter how handsome he seemed from his profile picture, wasn't following the rules.
“Stop moping or second guessing, Beau. At the very least, the guy is hot. You'll have a great lunch and if it doesn't pan out...bye bye, hottie."
She had a point, and looking at his picture once more solidified it. I'd have a nice lunch with a man that personified tall, dark, and dangerous to my ovaries.
With jet black hair in a slight pompadour style, a square jaw with a nice five o'clock shadow, and tiny smirk on his full lips...the man was sinful.
But it wa
