Someone should tell Tate Brewer that one-night stands aren’t supposed to come with a sequel.

I’ve learned the hard way—don’t be reckless with anything, least of all my heart. But after one too many vodka sodas, saying yes to a much younger, devastatingly smooth stranger for one wild night seems like the perfect way to forget my brutal divorce. I even gave him a fake name. What could go wrong?

You’d be surprised.

Because instead of being my spicy little secret, Tate is now the chief marketing officer at my new job. He’s determined to prove our night together was only the beginning—and he has the tools to do it.

Chiseled jaw. Washboard abs. Effortless charm. He’s as sinful as he is sweet and knows exactly how to get under my skin and melt my defenses.

I wanted a one-night stand. Instead, I got a “situation.”

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“Here’s your water, ma’am,” the flight attendant says.

I turn to take my drink from her, but instead of reaching for it, my attention focuses on a man standing at the front of the plane.

Ocean-colored eyes. Square jawline. Sinful smirk.

Whoever is on the other end of his call must be getting an earful because the veins in his temple pulse.

“Thank you,” I say, taking my drink from the flight attendant.

She glances over her shoulder, then grins at me knowingly.

The man passes aisle one and then aisle two. The lady by the window nearly breaks her neck looking at him. Aisle three is full. Chaos floods my body as he gets closer.

He stops at the seat next to me, flashing a killer smile my way.

Jamie, I’m sorry I lied to you.

I return his smile.

First class could—and did—get a whole lot better.