We had one hot night, and only one rule. No names.
My business is growing, my client list is long and my services are in high demand. But when I am introduced to my new client, even though his name is not familiar, his face and body I know all too well.
Tennyson Rothschild is every inch the typical billionaire bachelor, extremely good looking, suave and swoony, and altogether downright dangerous.
I am hired to get his womanizing reputation under control but every time he looks at me I burn, and his touch is scorching. I can't fraternize with my clients, because I am in the business of cleaning up their damaged reputations, not causing them.
But there is something about Tennyson that has me breaking all my rules. I have no problem going after what I want. But sometimes that can lead to trouble.
The kind of trouble that leaves you damaged.
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