Her lips pressed together. Tighter. Clamping down on a lot of urges. What the hell was her problem? She didn't want a man in her life. She didn't even want a date. Nothing. She was finished with relationships. Finished with men. Samantha glared at the hot pink neon marquee that now proclaimed forty percent off at Victoria's Secret! A silent groan rolled through her body.
Adam heard her foot drumming faster. She had gone beyond anger. Behind the lenses, her blue eyes had narrowed. "You're absolutely right," he kept his voice low, soothing. "It's becoming very apparent that I've been meeting the wrong type all these years. Perhaps my luck has changed." He flashed an attractive grin to which she did not respond.
But his body was responding. His fingers were eager to tangle
