Tall – check.
Muscular – check.
Tatted – double-check.
Until he opens his mouth.
Adam is grumpy, rude, and obnoxious as hell.
He’s the kind of guy who deserves double fisted middle fingers.
And I really should tell him exactly where he can shove his insults.
Instead, I bite my tongue.
He intrigues me and I can’t fight the need I have to find out what caused the pain so evident in his dark eyes.
Soon the thick hungry flames surrounding Adam consume me.
I should’ve known better.
Because when you play with fire, you’re bound to get burned.