Is a drink too much to ask? In peace. 'Cept this a-hole says I'm in his seat. The place is deserted, pick another. But he doesn't. He sits right there next to me. Up close. Smoldering as he taunts. What am I supposed to do with that? Even my snippy, cynical woman bit doesn't deter him. Yes, he's gorgeous. And we're in a hotel. Anonymous. Don't sleep with him, Rylee. Don't do it. His suite has a bar. Damn… Why did I say yes? One wild night. Who knew it was going to last forever? Warning: Contains explicit language and imagery. Suitable only for ages 18 and over. **PREQUEL NOVELLA TO NOTHING TO THIS**