He’s kind and charming and the only man to ever spark my desire.
But I’m two decades younger than him…and his employee.
Being inexperienced with men at twenty-three shouldn’t be a big deal. I’ve just never been overly attracted to anyone, and I’ve been busy dealing with a mountain of debt since my mother died.
I refuse to lose the house she left me. Especially since my widowed neighbor and his daughters have become like my family. But my feelings for him are getting out of control.
Gavin Brinley. Kind, caring, handsome, and that English accent? I can’t keep from fantasizing about him. But I should. He’s forty-six. He knew me when I had pigtails. He’s my boss, and I need every cent of that paycheck.
But he’s the only man to ever kindle my sexual appetite, and I don’t know why.
Kissing him that first time is a really bad idea. Attending a work conference together is even worse. He’s teaching me about my hidden, wild desires, and I can’t believe the things we’re doing together.
We’re both ready to take a risk and go public, but he absolutely cannot find out about my secret night job, or the trust we’re building will be destroyed…
