She shouldn’t have even risked being seen in a seedy male strip club, but as the night spins out of control, the temptation of a fling with a sinfully hot male stripper is too much to resist.
She should stay away. That’s what the old Victoria would have done. But the way he looks at her – the way he touches her – she can’t say no. Something about letting this forbidden man claim her innocent body feels so right.
She could ruin her career, ruin her family’s reputation – but she can’t help herself.
She’s hooked. She wants to be ruined.Bradley knows that Victoria’s out of his league. She’s a corporate tax attorney, and the daughter of a prominent man.
There’s no way she’s going to go for a guy like him, a guy who does filthy things on stage in a smoky nightclub after dark.
But he doesn’t care. She’s going to be his. She just doesn’t know it yet.
This is a 60,000+ word standalone novel, with sizzling goodness, no cheating, no cliffhangers, and an HEA.
Bradley interrupted her train of thought. “What do you say to going out for dinner? Just you and me – no crowd like this to drown us out.” His eyes told her he had more than dinner in mind. “One-time offer. You won’t forget it, and you most certainly will not regret it, I promise,” he whispered in her ear.
Before he pulled away, he nipped lightly at her neck with his firm lips. A tingling sensation traveled down her body from her neck to her core, and her body responded to his provocation with lust. His scent mesmerized her. It was a mix of woodsy, spicy, salty maleness. Just the kind of scent she loved enveloping her between the sheets.
She was so tempted to say yes, to scream yes! But her cynical side wondered what quality of man she was likely to meet at a pickup joint like a club. Besides, she was still not over how arrogant he had acted earlier. That body, though – it was to die for. She could just imagine the ways in which he could manhandle her – all parts of her.
“I don’t know, I’m really busy with work these days.” She didn’t know why she said that. Usually, she had no problem just giving an outright “no” – with no beating around the bush. “It’d be hard to make the time.”
He didn’t say a thing, but asked one of the bartenders for a pen and napkin and scribbled something down.
“Here. Call me if you change your mind.” He got up, but before he left her side he placed a hand on the small of her back, leaned in, and said, “I’ll give you the hottest night of your life. I can tell you’re a wild woman and if I’m wrong, well, I can make you one.” He gave her another smile, showing off his straight white teeth, set the napkin down on the counter in front of her, and disappeared into the crowd.
She spun her head around to follow him with her eyes, but he was gone.
Wow. A warmth spread across her cheeks. She wasn’t used to such assertiveness, and he had put it all out there, with a cockiness and self-assured confidence that were hallmarks of his type. The type that knew what he wanted and did everything in his power to get it.
She picked up the note and turned it right side up. It was a phone number. She considered throwing it across the bar, but the heat swelling in her when she thought of him told her she needed to keep it. And use it. She folded it up neatly and tucked it in her wallet.
Sylvia grew up in and around Toronto, Canada. She works a corporate job, but her real passion is writing.
She’s a wife, a mom to two young daughters, and has an adorable and fluffy Maine Coon.
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