Until Dex James.
My brain? It says he’s all kinds of wrong.
He’s young. In town on vacation. A lazy billionaire.
He’d only be a fling. A muse for the spicy book I’m writing. Nothing more.
My body? It’s telling me to jump that big piece of man candy. Check off guy-given O’s from the list with Mr. Right Now.
Which is right? Maybe neither. Maybe my heart has to decide because it turns out Dex is so much more than I ever imagined. Maybe Mr. Right Now could be Mr. Right after all.