A brilliant, alpha architect. A smart, sultry apprentice. What could possibly go wrong?
That effing hair.
It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull.
And that would be fine if she wasn’t my apprentice.
An incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn’t part of my original plan.
With Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body, it seems my plan was undergoing some renovations.