
I came home looking for peace and a hot bath. What I got?
A masked man with abs for days… and zero warning.
On paper, I have it all—a lucrative career, a low-interest mortgage rate, and endless self-control. At thirty-four, I’m thriving.
The truth?
I’m burned out, annoyed by my own stiff rules, and my sister calls me boring.
But boring women don’t have half-naked masked men stumble into their bathrooms mid-bubble bath. Yet here we are.
A logical person would call the cops. Instead, I hurl a tiny Christmas tree at his head.
When Jesse pulls off the mask, my world tilts.
He’s gorgeous. A bit cocky. Trouble with a capital T.
He’s too young. Too bold. Too dangerous to my carefully curated world.
But then he flashes me a wicked grin that says I’m anything but boring, and invites me to step out of my safe little box and into his domain.
Web designer by day, stripper by night, Jesse’s a dare this buttoned-up lawyer can’t back down from. Not even when both our hearts are on the line.