“What are you doing?” I whispered into the wind, champagne glass in one hand. His hand on the other.
I cradled his fingers on my shoulder unsure of what he was doing. He had hired me to do parts of his dirty, dangerous business but now showed up at my work with champagne and drove me to a romantic spot. What is this guy’s deal? He likes women who risk their life for him?
Or does he like women who handle million-dollar deals?
I waited for his next move unsure. I didn't know who I felt and I didn’t know how I’d like for him to act next. If he kissed me, what would I do?
He gently pulled my shoulder and I turned around to face him. He was handsome, no doubt. Rotten to the core, also. How hard it is to hate those cold blue eyes and his boyish smile…
“You are quite the woman, Courtney. I d
