It started off as a game, sending a pic anonymously. All I'd planned to do was ruffle her feathers, maybe make her blush with embarrassment and possibly desire. I sure as hell had no intention of falling for her.Although I fantasized about her being beneath me, watching her unravel, that would never happen anywhere other than in my wet dreams. Bronwyn James was fine wine to my cheap beer-the two didn't mix in polite society without a hangover.But...