Heart stopping, palm sweating, what the fuck was I thinking? kind of trouble. How could I have been so careless, so naive, and so stupid? kind of trouble. I try not to look at him, the man I was so charmed by the night before, who I thought would gi...
I say coolly to the guy leering at me from behind the bar. He huffs lightly as he flips a white towel over the shoulder of his black uniformed shirt. The word Knight is written in bold metallic stitching on his left breast pocket. Strong forearms flex as his hands press fl...