Between being handcuffed to a bed post for trespassing, and the stare down from the sexy-as-sin bodyguard sent in to find answers, I’m certain my body must be confusing fear with lust. I was on a mission to find my mother’s killer, not a man, but my body seems to think now is a good time to pursue its search for Mr. Right. He’s not Mr. Right. He’s demanding, controlling, gorgeous, funny, sweet and has the voice of a rock star. I digress, he’s perfect, just Mr. Wrong Timing.
Lexa Lewis turns to a one-night stand to blow off some steam after losing her job. Casimiro is the perfect man for the task: tall, handsome, and smiling like he knows exactly what Lexa’s thinking. By the time she follows him to the bathroom neither of them need to say a word to know what the other wants. If only the affair ended there.