Trey Johnson is far from ready to be tied down to a single girl. His carefree, no rules lifestyle is as perfect as it can be. That is, until he meets a girl who captivates his attention by resisting his playful charms.
She’s the one girl he isn’t allowed to touch …
Victoria Montgomery’s prim and proper upbringing was designed to prepare her for life as the perfect daughter to the future president. When she meets the one guy her father has always warned her to stay away from, she can no longer live by their rules.
Are they strong enough to resist their attraction, or will they surrender to their unspoken temptation?
Checking the address on the gate and comparing it to what I had written down, I confirm it’s the correct house. The navigation on my car did not steer me wrong. My only roadblock is a giant security gate keeping me from entering the premises. It’s strange. I’m in a modest residential area. All the houses are simple and far from extravagant. The gate has it standing out compared to all the others, but I do remember she was a celebrity of some sort at one point. It must be for privacy reasons.
Rolling down my window and pressing the button on the security box, I wait for admittance.
“May I help you?” An older female voice replies from the box.
“I have an appointment with Ms. Adams.”
I’m expecting the gate to immediately open, but instead I’m left waiting for a few more minutes. I’m about to press the call button again when the gate finally begins to creak open. Driving my car forward, I’m not surprised to find a modest looking house similar to the others in the neighborhood. Parking my car in the only space available, next to a shiny black Escalade, I turn the car off.
Grabbing the document from my briefcase, I exit the car and walk towards the front door. As I’m raising my hand to knock, it opens before I can make contact. My jaw drops and my eyes are the size of saucers when I take in who opened the door.
“Can I help you?” he slowly draws out, glaring at me.
Checking the numbers indicating the address, I find I’m at the location listed. “What are you doing here?” I choke out.
“I live here.”
Just as rapidly, I throw back, “I thought Abigail lived here.”
Now I’m shocked speechless. It also confirms all my speculations whether he has a relationship with Abigail or not. It’s obvious he must if he lives with her.
Finding the breath to speak again, I say, “Abigail sent for me.”
“She’s not here. Come back later,” he says then slams the door in my face.
My jaw drops to the floor. The audacity of this man!
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