Wesley Carter is all broad shoulders, sun-worn skin, and that grumpy-as-sin stare that makes my thighs clench.
I dropped five grand on him at a charity auction-one night, no strings.What I didn't expect?
To walk into his office Monday morning... as Savannah's new design assistant.
Falling for him wasn't part of the plan.
But I did. Fast. Hard. Hotter than a Texas oil rig in July.
Then the sabotage started.
Someone's targeting his company-and when I get caught in the crosshairs, Wesley snaps.
The gloves come off.
And the man built to protect? Shows me exactly what it means to be his.