That's all it was supposed to be. Her. Him. Pleasure. And then a fast good-bye. He's a stranger. And yet he's not. She knows him even though he doesn’t know her. 

He's the powerful attorney, now world-renowned after coming off the trial of a century which was publicized across the country. And I'm one of the reporters that sat in his courtroom. 

I watched him, studied him, got to know him from afar which isn't hard since I know his exact brand of confidence, arrogance, and wealth. 

I know his type. I've dated his type. Which is why when I happen to come face to face with him, when sparks fly and heat simmers between us, I know what happens if I say yes to Reese Summer. 

I know he'll taste like sin and sex, even before he kisses me. 

I know he'll feel like pleasure and passion, even before he touches me. 

I know he'll demand more than I wants to give, and yet, because I dare to give myself to him, the result will be deliciously hot. 

I know that I will not leave his bed without being utterly, completely sated. 

And I know that I will leave the next morning anyway. 

And so, I do. 

And so, he follows. 

And as the chase begins my question becomes: Is Reese Summer the one or is he really just a dirty, arrogant lie that should have stayed a one night stand?