Everyone believes Alexandra Kane is a good girl. She follows the rules, stays the course, but there's only so far she can bend before she breaks. Her reputation is everything, but she can't resist temptation when given an opportunity to join Club Valentine, the exclusive sex club that caters to the wealthy.
Roman Valentine makes a living providing people a place to exercise their sexual preferences with discretion. He knows how to keep secrets, especially since he has some of his own he doesn't want discovered. Alexandra provides a distraction he doesn't need, but Roman how can he say no when she makes him an offer he can't refuse.
Their agreement is simple. Discretion, orgasms, and never mix business with pleasure. But what happens when business becomes personal? How will they react when the secrets they keep buried threaten to overtake them? And what's Alexandra supposed to do when Roman's secret directly impacts her life?
"She looks happy. Unlike some people." Blair drilled her finger in Alexandra's stomach.
Alexandra swatted it away before Blair bruised something. "I'm happy. How many people do you know make junior partner when they're thirty?" She held her arms out like an actor gesturing toward their waiting crowd.
Blair rolled her eyes, pushing Alexandra's arms down. "There's more to life than work. When was the last time you went on vacation? Had a date? Got laid?" Alexandra's eyes darted toward the rearview mirror, where the cab driver was paying close attention to Blair's latest "you need a life" round of questions.
Alexandra turned so she could maintain some semblance of privacy from the nosy cab driver. "I'm going on vacation as soon as I'm done with my upcoming trials. You know how important it is for me to make partner. And as far as dating, I don't have time for anyone right now. Getting laid? That's been a while." Six months, to be exact, but Blair didn't need to know that piece of information. And wasn't she just a chatty Cathy after all those drinks? Those close to her knew Alexandra didn't date but had no idea she went to the bar for a random one-night stand when she had an itch to scratch. Easier all around, but she'd been too busy for even that recently.
Blair tsked at her. "You don't even remember, do you? The day I forget the last time I had sex is the day I hire a male escort." Alexandra remembered, but refused to elaborate on the drunken hookup on for her twenty-ninth birthday resulting in missing panties and a walk of shame to rival her college days.
Alexandra slapped her arm. "I am not hiring a prostitute. Could you see the headlines? 'Popular lawyer indicted for soliciting sex.' Plus, I can get my own man; I just don't have time." And she refused to deal with the next guy looking at her like she was a freak—as though she were damaged somehow—because she loved having sex a lot. She just chose not to have indiscriminant sex with multiple men, she preferred one partner. And there was no partner, just her vibrator, which she'd almost worn out with overuse.
This book is filled with steamy chemistry! The characters are in-depth, making you feel their worries and troubles as your own. The main characters worked up to their love making, which was truly love making. Not just sex. This book has you reading it in one sitting over and over again, as you can't get enough of it.
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