Lola: I've seen the way women in line behind the velvet rope look at William Fox, like he's an Armani-clad St. Peter at the pearly gates. Except Panic isn't heaven, and this bouncer is no saint. He's been tempting me to sin ever since I started working here, but Fox's slick smile and bad-boy swagger tell me everything I need to know about him. Still, a girl has needs. And Fox looks ready to fulfill every last one—at least for a night . . .
Fox: I'm not used to being ignored—especially by women—but Lola Daye is different. The pretty bartender with the red lips and icy blue eyes seems perfectly happy pretending I don't exist. Too bad, because the more she ignores me, the harder I fall. So I'm floored when she answers my drunken, flirty text with a yes. Lola claims she only wants a fling, but after one kiss, our bodies are speaking the same language. And I'm ready to prove that what we have could be forever.
