Lacey Kimbel seemed to have the worst luck when coming to men. Living a fast paced life in N.Y., Lacey just can't seem to find a decent man and her latest guy, Ritchie, is no exception.
Ritchie Holt, a NYPD cop thinks Lacey is his perfect match. Considered a modern day, Marquee de Sade, Ritchie was just about to kick things up a notch when she dumped him. But Ritchie's not one to be put off easily.
Aaron Holster, is Lacey's best friend and roommate and damn sick of her choices in men. Her whining and complaining has sent him over the edge and he decides to take matters into his own hands by calling his cousin, Brock Hamilton in on a bet. A man like Brock was sure to tame the fiery Lacey, and set her on the right path.
Brock Hamilton had to admit he was intrigued when his cousin called him out on a bet. Upon meeting the feisty bombshell as she slid around the corner in only a lace bra and panties, he grinned.
As she stormed away embarrassed, he turned to his cousin and winked. "Game on!"
Lacey heard Aaron's teasing voice. "It's me pumpkin. I took the liberty of running you a nice hot shower. Truce?"
She opened the door slowly, pouting her lips. "Aaron, I can't believe that you didn't even call me to warn me you were bringing someone home. Where did you meet this guy? But most importantly, does Kenny know?"
Aaron raised his hand to quiet her. "Lacey-bug, darling! Do you think I would ever hurt my precious Kenneth?" Then shaking his head, Aaron grabbed her hand, pulling her behind him. "We can talk later, your water's getting cold."
Lacey frowned, her bottom lip poking out as she grumbled behind him.
Aaron chuckled as he shoved her in front of him, pushing her gently toward the bathroom. "Lacey, my spoiled little goddess, I so love those plump, Angelina Jolie lips of yours. Now scoot. You'll feel much better once you've had a nice hot shower." Leaning toward her, he placed a light kiss on her forehead. "We'll talk about this when you're comfy and relaxed."
Lacey couldn't help but grin as he pushed her through the door, pulling it closed with a wink. She looked over at the bottle on the sink and wrinkled her nose.
Yea or nay?
Nay. She needed to get a shower and go to bed. She'd had a horrible day and just needed to go to sleep, hoping tomorrow would be better.
She pulled open her robe and let it drop around her feet. Tossing her bra and panties aside, she stretched and reached for the shower curtain. The evening chill caused her to quickly step in. Too late! To her utter shock, she realized she wasn't alone. Towering over her was a grinning Brock, his hands soapy as he held them frozen in midstream across a wide chest, his eyes hungrily devouring her naked body.
In a deep, lusty voice he teased, "Perfect timing. Can you get my back?"