He shouldn't have kissed me. But I shouldn't have liked it.
Garrett Cooper is grumpy. Bossy. Rude. We're supposed to work together to save my family's hotel, but sparks fly every time we're in the same room. And not the good kind.
Things get off to a rough start between us, and that's on me. partially. Something to do with humiliating him after too many cocktails, and him pushing his grumpy luck too far.
In my defense, I didn't know who he was at the time, but you better believe he left knowing who I was.
The next morning, he waltzes into our business meeting-grinning like a Bond villain-and embarrasses me in front of my father and uncle.
I hate him for it. Even more than I hate him for being inexplicably handsome on the outside and absolutely hateful inside. Tall, dark, and evil has never been my thing.
When Garrett kisses me to prove a point, I should hate him for that too. I want to... But I don't.
Before I know it, an inappropriate text conversation becomes an X-rated phone call, and things have to stop there. He's my last, best chance at saving my family's hotel.
But they don't.
Now this grumpy, growly man who doesn't do relationships is feeding me strawberries in bed.
What am I supposed to do with that?
It's time to put an end to this.
Maybe after one more kiss.
