Ex-lawyer turned pregnancy model Danielle Hampton has one simple rule; never
date an attorney, even if he’s so deliciously hot she’s nicknamed him His Hotness Esquire. When her father asks her to strap on her silicone bump and pretend to be Casey Lowe’s pregnant fiancée in order to pull her family’s law firm out of trouble, her first answer is a resounding no! But she owes Casey for wrecking his pool.
Civil Rights Attorney Casey Lowe lives by a code of practice: never date his boss’s daughter, but he’ll do just about anything to make partner at the top law firm—even if it means violating his personal code. He hasn’t bargained on the fierce desire that burns hotter than the Mojave Desert and combusts every time he gets his boss’s daughter alone. She may drive him to distraction and melt in his arms, but will this party girl hang around long enough for him to convince her that all the best parties… are for two?
He clamped his teeth against his sudden, powerful reaction. What was wrong with him? This was California; he should be immune to the effects of seeing a half-naked woman by now. He shoved the phone along with his hands into his pockets. He only prayed Dani hadn’t noticed his blatant reaction to the sight of her.
She stepped forward. “I can fix this.”
He glowered. He knew because he’d perfected the
look in the last six months. He followed her gaze over the mess of broken
furniture and beer bottles her drunken friends had left behind. “How?”
“Please.” She closed the space between them,
raising the fine hairs on his body. Her cool fingers closed on his forearm,
sending heated warmth through him.
His muscles flexed involuntarily.
Her eyes darkened and she yanked her hand off
him. “I’ll clear this all up. Replace the furniture. Get the pool cleaned.
Whatever you want,” she said in a low edgy voice that increased his hunger for
her. “I’ll owe you. Just please don’t call the cops.”
Whether her touch, or her imploring gaze, managed
to slip past his shield he didn’t know but he found himself agreeing. Though he
told himself he did so reluctantly, he had to admit when she turned that
aquamarine gaze on him he wanted to give her whatever she asked.
“Fine, but I expect this place to be perfect by the time I return tomorrow evening.”
