Corinne
It’s safe to say that day one with Cooper Kingsley didn’t go the way I’d planned. If I’d known how forward this man would be—or how nervous the sound of his low, demanding voice would make me feel—I would have never taken this job.
I avoided Cooper’s eyes, staring instead at the patch of gray carpet between my feet while a million thoughts raced through my head.
I hardly even recognized myself around him. Maybe it was because it had been so long since anyone propositioned me in that way, but I hadn’t felt like that around a man since . . . well, never, I guess. There was just something about his cool, steady gaze traveling up and down my body, and his large, nimble fingers unbuckling his belt that made my knees weak—and made me want to run ten thousand miles in the opposite dire
