I never wanted romance. Never cared about passion. And I never meant to admit that in an interview in front of the world. It's not like I'm famous! I was just asked to give a talk about the environment, then the next thing I know, I'm spilling personal secrets. All I want is to go back to my quiet, shy-girl life of books and sweatpants. But HE won't let me. Hot, muscled, eyes bluer than the sea... and a total stranger. He tells me he's going to show me what passion is. That once I experience it, I'll become a romantic at heart, just like him. I should ignore him. I should forget he exists. I should definitely NOT invite him over to see if he's able to put his money where his mouth is.