He knew how to keep business and pleasure separate. He really did. Well, at least he did. He really didn't plan on going to a party, having the whole thing get shot to hell and rescuing a saucy woman. Who was he to refuse a good time? So that's what he did. He had a good time, spent the night with her and went on his merry way. That was all it was supposed to be. But then, why was it that her body, her voice, her tongue, her mind wouldn't leave him alone? She plagued his thoughts every waking hour and his dreams every time he closed his eyes. He couldn't even help but see her in every woman who he spent time with. It was driving him insane. And to make matters worse . . . She was under a security agency working for him. Him. He couldn't believe his eyes, couldn't stop his heart from wanting to punch its way out of his chest. And that's why, he was sat at his bar, trying to work out how to insert himself back into her life. Because, fucked if he couldn't claim her the way she had him. And he'd do anything to have her on his lap and in his bed, by his side . . . Forever. And today was the beginning of his plan. Which was why he was currently holding you in his arms, having stopped you from falling when you two 'bumped' into one another. Coincidence?