There are no second chances at first impressions.
And perfume maker Vincent Forde certainly made one…
The man is a hard pass.
I should have known by the size of his car.
Tiny car, massive compensation issues.
Not to mention, it costs more than I’ll make in a lifetime.
And he’s the one who crashed into me!
Then he has the actual nerve to act like it was my fault.
That I took his parking spot in his building.
Seriously, who does this sculpted Satan think he is?
At least he offers to pay for the damages.
It really is the least he can do.
And that’s the end of it. See you never, Mr. Rich Sexy Pants.
If only it were that simple…
Guess who shows up at my stepbrother’s engagement party?
If it isn’t Mr. Too-Sexy-To-Drive-Properly, leaning on the bar like he owns this building too.
I think I hate him.
Only now, there’s something he wants from me.
There’s a couple that grow a rare perfume ingredient he desperately needs.
And he’s willing to pay me ridiculous money to help get it.
Oh, and he also wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend.
As if there’s anything to like about this overbearing, frustrating man!
Even if he does make me feel…things I’d rather not admit.
I desperately want to dislike him.
But the fact is, it’s getting harder not to enjoy being around him.
I can’t let Captain Cocky know that.
He may have crashed into my car, but now he’s dangerously close to crashing into my heart.
Genre: Romance
And perfume maker Vincent Forde certainly made one…
The man is a hard pass.
I should have known by the size of his car.
Tiny car, massive compensation issues.
Not to mention, it costs more than I’ll make in a lifetime.
And he’s the one who crashed into me!
Then he has the actual nerve to act like it was my fault.
That I took his parking spot in his building.
Seriously, who does this sculpted Satan think he is?
At least he offers to pay for the damages.
It really is the least he can do.
And that’s the end of it. See you never, Mr. Rich Sexy Pants.
If only it were that simple…
Guess who shows up at my stepbrother’s engagement party?
If it isn’t Mr. Too-Sexy-To-Drive-Properly, leaning on the bar like he owns this building too.
I think I hate him.
Only now, there’s something he wants from me.
There’s a couple that grow a rare perfume ingredient he desperately needs.
And he’s willing to pay me ridiculous money to help get it.
Oh, and he also wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend.
As if there’s anything to like about this overbearing, frustrating man!
Even if he does make me feel…things I’d rather not admit.
I desperately want to dislike him.
But the fact is, it’s getting harder not to enjoy being around him.
I can’t let Captain Cocky know that.
He may have crashed into my car, but now he’s dangerously close to crashing into my heart.
Genre: Romance
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