What was wrong with her? She’d met him briefly when she’d walked in the door...and had him in her head for the past thirty...forty...minutes since she arrived. She was inexperienced with men, although she’d had sex with a couple of guys while she’d been in college. In fact, one of those had been her boyfriend, but that had fizzled out after five months. Apparently, she lacked imagination, which was why he’d been fucking someone else on the side. Even though Maverick looked to be all muscle and could probably get anyone he wanted, she had the feeling that he was a one-woman man. Something told her to trust him. As her eyes met his in the dimmed room, her heart started to crack open. It was the last thing she’d expected to happen, and for once, she was going to go with it because her blood hummed with desire, and it had since their eyes had met. Looking at him, she had the feeling he was upset by their age difference. Sixteen years was a wide gap and she knew it bothered him more than it did her.
What do You think about One Dance (The Club, #7) (2015)?
