Leandro Christopoulos was in a bind. Elections was coming up, and his father wanted a seat in Parliament. And as the man's only son, Leandro needed to reinvent his public image from playboy to underground motor racer to boring upright role model.
Even worse, he needed to do it fast, and in the end, the only girl who proved up to scratch was his nemesis.
Bobby was the smartest girl in school and recently voted as Young Philanthropist of the Year. She was also bookish, shrewish, and all the other unattractive -ish he could think of.
She was not his type. Or so Leandro thought until he accidentally saw Bobby naked.
He had wanted her since then, but because he also knew she was the type of girl who needed to be in love with the guy she would go to bed with...
He would just have to lie about that, wouldn't he?
He said impatiently, “Has no one taught you to be gracious when accepting an apology?”
She flushed. He was right in that score, but she didn’t want to admit it. She shot back, “I’d be gracious if I thought you were being sincere.”
It was his turn to flush. “You never know when to shut up.”
Her eyes flashed. “Is that your way of telling me to shut up? Because let me tell you---”
He kissed her.
Again, he had shut her up by kissing her.
This time, she managed to remain conscious enough to try to struggle. Try being the operative word because her efforts were completely wasted. He was so strong that he made it look like she was not refusing his touch at all. He had stopped in the middle of the dance floor, his arms around her like chains made of burning-hot steel.
She opened her mouth to scream, but stupid her, she forgot that was the one thing she should never do.
His tongue went in for the kill.
And that was…the end. Of her sanity.
Was a very good engrossing read. Once really got into the characters, it was very easy to be able to pick up and carry on.. Recommend ! - Amazon 5-star verified review