Daniel DuPont was supposed to have been a one-night stand.
 A man I could remember fondly as giving me the best night of my life.
 Not turn into someone who has infiltrated every facet of it.
 I can’t seem to escape him; those turquoise eyes, filthy mouth, dimples, and French accent demanding more than one night.
 I can’t.
 He’s now my client.
 I won’t break the rules, mixing business and pleasure.
 Except he sure is making it hard to stay a good girl.