Chapter 3
Frederico was absolutely gorgeous. Hot. And that body of his was made for late night fantasies.
Near him, she’d had goosebumps and her body had actually ached to touch him as electricity zapped through her.
Once she was alone, Miya MacCloud brushed her black hair with her hairbrush she’d taken out of her simple navy blue suitcase and walked around the grand room she was in now.
Impulsive wasn’t her style, but she was still reeling from the adrenaline rush of meeting Frederico. Seriously hot. And way out of her normal league.
But she tried to focus on the room and not those broad shoulders of his that made her weak at the knees.
Wanting a guy she couldn’t have wasn’t going to make this life any better.
But then, she’d lived with so many bad choices in men she was done anyho
