He won't. She can't. Neither is safe.
He’s not a playboy. Not a bad boy. Not an alpha.
Admittedly, Aiden McAllister didn’t always keep his nose clean, and there are those that might describe him as… well, as any of the above. Most regrettably, he’s always been bridled with a bullseye on his forehead that decries him as marriage material, so he ran far and fast to avoid such a suffocating trap.
Natalie is clearly hiding something, and Aiden suspects she is more than the introverted photographer she claims to be.
One fantastic night, and Natalie’s former boss connects them as partners in crime. To keep him safe, Natalie has to revisit the past she’s been desperate to keep hidden.
Glancing down in genuine surprise, he lost all train of thought at the view. Distressed jeans with more holes than denim, her toned, tanned leg held against his for a whisper of a moment, enough to singe his skin, the heat radiating through his veins and setting his heart into an erratic rhythm… only to pull away.
“Sorry,” he apologized, his voice no more than a whisper, as the ability to speak had flown away with his brain.
“No worries,” she muttered, her eyes not veering from her book. Clearly, she was underwhelmed by the connection that had rocked the hell out of him.
Better yet, she giggled with a beyond-tired slap-happy enthusiasm. “You’re such a dork,” she bumped his arm with her shoulder.
They crawled over a rocky jetty, across a grassy field, then back to another long stretch of sand. The only sounds of the night were the waves receding then crashing, the wind rustling through the long grass.
Snapping her laptop closed, she focused on packing up her stuff. Stop justifying things. You’re just horny.
Aiden winced, biting his cheek and looking away. He almost looked like he was suffering from hurt feelings. As if.
“Mr. McAllister, right?”
“That’s right.” And now he would permanently be known as the guy who had a record. A few of his fellow law students looked his way and snickered, already done with their perfectly above-board background checks. Across the room, Ev, his ex-girlfriend, and only friend in the program, rolled her eyes and winked.
Clearing her throat, his professor sauntered toward him with a reem of white paper. “And how many pages do you require?”
“Just one, thank you professor.”
“You only took your tongue out of my mouth long enough to invite me back to your place.”