Daniel DuPont was supposed to have been a one-night stand. A man I could remember fondly as giving me the best night of my life. Not turn into someone who has infiltrated every facet of it. I can’t seem to escape him; those turquoise eyes, filthy mouth, dimples, and French accent demanding more than one night. I can’t. He’s now my client. I won’t break the rules, mixing business and pleasure. Except he sure is making it hard to stay a good girl. Check TW website