Semua Bab Faking It with the Ex-Navy SEAL: Bab 91 - Bab 100

After a grueling day of depositions, I return to my Upper East Side apartment, a haven for young professionals like myself. As I approach my door, a beautiful bouquet of flowers catches my eye. The card reads, "Looking forward to dinner tomorrow night, Perry."A smile tugs at my lips. “As am I,” I w

My stomach clenches a little. “Well, when we first meet, he told me that he was interviewing in New York City, Chicago, Miami, and Boston. I guess the job in New York offered the best opportunity for him. Besides, that’s not where his main practice is, it's just where he has to put in clinic hours.”

The night is crisp and clear, the kind of autumn evening that makes Manhattan flirt with you—glittering lights, cool air, and just enough magic to make you believe anything could happen.Dr. Perry Haught arrives promptly at seven, because of course he does. His light brown hair is perfectly tousled,

I nod, voice suddenly husky. “Let’s do dessert back at my place.”He flags down the waiter so fast I’m pretty sure she left skid marks.In the cab, I slide into his side and inhale his scent—clean soap, expensive cologne, and something uniquely Perry. He wraps his arm around me, fingers playing in m

I barrel into the 8 a.m. meeting like a woman on a mission—which I am—armed with caffeine, a killer case strategy, and the remnants of last night’s kiss still buzzing somewhere behind my left ear. My heels click with purpose across the conference room floor as I spot Arthur Blackwell already seated