Wild Lion by Ruby Knoxx

I rear-ended the car of the most delicious man in LA.
Now I need to make it up to him. Here are my options:
I can pay for his damage, but I’m broke.
I can give him my insurance card, but he doesn’t want it.
I can be his fake fiancée for a fancy dinner. Um, what?
Yes, I am officially crazy, but I’m actually considering this.
Because let’s face it, I’m not myself around this guy.
He makes me feel like some hormone-crazed teenager.
How long can I keep up this professional act?
He reminds me of a wild animal. A lion maybe.
And every second in his presence makes me want more.
More of his touch, more of his lips, more of his …
I want all of him.
Will he give it to me?