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Chapter One

Dare I?

The loaded question was one I’d pondered on and off for over a week Staring at the gar on the back of em concealed behind the zipper A siren of a dress Red Slinky Sexy as hell It’d set me back a small fortune when I’d ordered it from Barneys New York, but I’d really had no choice Desperate times and all that

I’d yet to try it on, but when I’d ordered it froleaned it was the type of dressPrecisely what I needed for ement party My risqué ensemble would no doubt distract ht even possess the power to stun them all into silence A first in their collective lives

My suit of aric survival tactic for the weekend’s ostentatious event The pièce de résistance would be to have a devastatingly handsome man by my side A nonverbal eat-your-heart-out directed at my sister’s fiancé, Seth Corbett III The man I was supposed to marry That love train had jumped the tracks when I’d discovered his Seth had never done to ether

Oh, it was hell having to face the two of them with a smile Hence, the need to arm myself And I knew just the deliciously sinful man to take with rapher Master flirt Hottie extraordinaire

Michael had beenout fros Seth had never done to me in the bedroom

Thinking of my very brief, albeit ultrasteale A natural response to such a wicked man

It also caused that loaded question to pop into ain

Dare I?

Wearing the curve-hugging, off-the-shoulder dress to the engagement party would take all the nerve I possessed Which wasn’t a lot, unfortunately Fiona Carlisle was a sensible, conservative twenty-seven-year-old woination

Asking Michael to bewould also test my willpower because he was damn difficult to resist He liked to be bad, plain and sietic about his flirtatious nature and highly skilled when it caht as I’d sworn off men because of Seth’s infidelity

Michael was a renoomanizer He liked the thrill of the chase I suspected he considered e because he was typically in hot pursuit of ed to not fall into his bed again following our little fling No easy feat

In fact, his persuasiveness inormous favor I feared the sexual itch I had recently developed, now in desperate need of being scratched, would weakenI wanted was to cave to te—as sex with Michael was, I’d barely escaped e to irls like me fall a little too hard

As I considered all this, my assistant’s voice came over the intercom

“Bad news,” Jane said with a hint of warning “Your mother’s on line two”

I sighed It was about the tenth tiant shindig at a prestigious vineyard in Napa