Of course it was never going to be perfect.
Of course it was always going to be wrong.
When Essie Floyd snuck out of his apartment in the early hours of the morning, Aidan Callahan pretended he was still out cold. The truth was he’d never even fallen asleep. How could he, when the girl he should never have developed feelings for, a girl he never thought he’d get, was finally lying in his arms?
It was obvious she was going to run.
Ever since she walked into his office, she’s playing games.
Now only one question remains:
Will she stop playing long enough to realize this thing between them is real?
How could she do it?
How could she enjoy it?
Guilt is a wicked thing. It will never leave Essie be. It’s not the intense, incredible sex that’s tearing her apart, though. Sex has always been a weapon, a tool, something to be used as and when necessary. No, it’s not the sex.
It’s how she felt when Aidan was inside her. How she felt when he kissed her so deeply. How safe she felt when she woke in his arms.
Her wretched heart has betrayed her, and not only that. It’s betrayed her brother, too. Now, the only way to make amends is to focus on her original plan:
She must break Aidan Callahan at all costs. If she doesn’t, she’ll never be able to forgive herself.