My new roommate is a hard-working, blue collar lineman–and a scorching specimen of a man–but I swear I dont watch him when hes not looking.
Hes not looking, because Vaughn Collins knows that I, Valentina Brewster, have never been touched. And him? Hes had more than a few rounds with the bucket bunnies.
I escaped a lifestyle where religious freedom wasnt accepted, and built a future for myself, when my uncle found me.
Now that Ive stopped running, Vaughn wants to protect me, and Im willing to let him do it. But the forced proximity is starting to get to us. Im not sure how much longer Ill be able to hold off.
Im terribly close to asking him to teach me all the things Ive always wanted to know.
I have a feeling hell have no problem saying yes…
