Last Resort

I was never supposed to see him again. Him being the man wearing the perfectly tailored suit who oozed an intoxicating mixture of wealth, rebellion, and sex appeal. One night. No strings. No names. Great sex. Still riding the high from last night, I walk in to meet my new client, and he’s wearing that same dangerous smirk that reeled me in hours ago. Yes, I’m consulting for Callahan Sharpe. And...