I yawned. I stretched. And then I smiled. Last night had been…quite a surprise. A very pleasant one. What had started out as a let’s-make-peace dinner turned into let’s-make-love-until-the-freaking-universe-exploded sex. Clay and I had sex. Under the stars. And it had been so romantic…and fun. And…Ohmygod, mind-blowing. Maybe I’d been a little hasty when I’d said I was done with bad boys yesterday. Maybe there was a reason why so many women chased after the naughty ones, with that glimmer in their eye. Maybe I’d been wrong, calling Clay a bad boy in the first place. Could it be he wasn’t so bad? I had to admit, because of what had happened years ago, when we were both younger and perhaps a little immature, my image of him had been tainted. I could have made assumptions, jumped to conclusions, believed the worst about him. It was easy to do. He’d been such a jerk when he was younger.
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