I should have known that accepting his offer would get me into a lot of trouble.
After a skiing accident, Joshua Adams, soon- to-be divorced 40-year-old grumpy, hot billionaire, made an offer I could not refuse.
In his luxurious mansion, I became his live-in physical therapist.
As each therapy session turned into a sensual rendezvous, I found myself losing control.
His broad frame, lust-filled eyes and masculine scent had me begging for more.
The pleasure he ignited within me was too strong to resist.
Yet, just as a play had an ending, so did our temporary arrangement.
When Josh's ambivalence over his divorce began to loom, I had no other choice but to leave, carrying the fruit of our forbidden affair.
Were we destined for each other or were we doomed from the beginning?
