You can do this, I told myself.

“So you're a Taurus? Does that mean you're hung like a bull?”

“What makes you think I'm a Taurus?” he asked smoothly.

“Your muscles, they're practically ripping through your suit. And the power in the way you walk. You're a big, bad bull. And I'm in need of a ride.”

He laughed, but it wasn't giddy. It was deep and sophisticated, like him. “And what are you?”

“Everything you have ever dreamed of.”

With the last of my courage, I looked him straight in his eyes, full of intent. “Meet me at the sundial at midnight tonight. I want to fuck you underneath the stars,”


Don't get me wrong. I’ve always played by the rules — like any good girl should — graduating from college early and landing my dream job.

One night of passion under the stars, with a complete stranger, was my idea of a perfect carefree ending before I focus all my time and energy into my career.

Only that’s not how things went.

That Taurus in the park? He turned out to be a jackass. Because no decent man will give a woman the most incredible sex in her life then leave her - blindfolded, naked and lost in the woods in the middle of the night!

Oh, and it doesn't end there. That jackass ended up being my boss, Rawn Jackman.