You're My Guilty Pleasure

lamation was enough to pul

d met, she'd play hard to get. Wilson had become convinced that all women he met would play that kind of trick on him. It didn't matter whe

sir. I'm rea

now. It must have spilled on him when he'd grabbed her out of the way of the car. Judging by how damp the soil was, the orchid must have been newly planted.

s one of those women who liked to play games. She gave him an apologetic smile and then lowered her head in embarrassment when she saw the soil m

. This had been a total accident. He'd saved her,

do about this situation?" he said mischievously as he raised his eyebrows. "I saved y

guilt. Of course she knew how expensive his shirt was! That was why she was so nervous for wha

to take his dirty shirt, clean

dirty clothing. The moment her fingers touched him, she realized just how inappropriate her

bashful about the girl's hesitant movements that he just had to smile. He barely man

up the orchid pot and handed it to Wilson. "Sir," she said in a soft, melodious voice, "

. "I think you are more beautiful than any orchid you could offer me. How about... How about you give yourself to me?" He took a step

painfully handsome he was. But she could also feel the strong, cold aura he exuded. For a moment, her mind

y I felt so damn guilty! Clearly I was wr

him with her dark eyes, then turned and marched towards the gate o

ter her and took a ste

ked at him with a smile. "Forget it. She's

now, it looks like you really like her!" Nova poked his head out the car w

his clothes again. He was unsuccessful. He suppressed an exasperated sigh and climbed back i

ore, he felt that he had no right to interrupt her normal life. But no matter how hard he tried to put her out of his mind, he s

unshine, lighting up hi

f her made his hea

unter from two years ago played through his mind. He smiled, and