Anastasia Peckwood strolled leisurely down the empty corridor, trying hard to focus on the paintings on the wall.
Since that titillating chat with her mysterious bad boy, she did a lot of research on the internet.
The first was to find out his name.
He might have noticed her somewhere. How could she have missed him? He was such a gorgeous, sexy man. She must have been blind as a bat. If she had caught him sooner, she would've tasted him by now.
After an hour, she realized she was searching for a needle in a haystack. She narrowed her search to recent events and cruised through the pictures.
She then saw him.
Standing next to the hotel manager was her bad boy. That unmistakable sharp blue gaze… The beastly physique… It could only be her eleventh trophy—the most alluring one of t
