I had everything in the world. I dated now and then. Had a few quick fucks now and then as well. Never had I wanted anything more. So why was I thinking about that now? Rock Wolfe was gorgeous, no doubt, but he was hardly my type.

Rock took the cover off one of the plates and sliced off a nibble of steak. Then he swirled it in the port wine reduction puddled on the plate. He held it to my lips.

I took the bite. “Mmm.” Melt in my mouth good.

“I take it that’s your approval?” he said.

“So good. You have to try it.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He cut another piece, chewed, and swallowed. “Mmm. Excellent. But it pales in comparison to the last thing I tasted.”

A warming flush crept up my body, and my nipples tightened against the soft cotton sheet. I squirmed. The last thing he’d tasted was already getting wet for him again.

How could he have such a bizarre effect on me? I wasn’t some teenage girl with a high school crush on the bad boy who rode a motorcycle to school. I was a thirty-one-year-old attorney. A rising star.

Rock Wolfe was a mountain man who was being thrust into a position with a company, for which he was anything but prepared.

He’d do it. The man emanated power. He’d be a natural leader, and with his brother Reid at his side, he’d do just fine as the CEO of Wolfe Enterprises. I didn’t follow the business side of the company with any regularity—I wasn’t a corporate lawyer, after all—but I knew the basics because Derek Wolfe had been my client.

The company was a gold mine. They were just about to break ground on the new Wolfe Hotel and Resort in Las Vegas, which would be the biggest and glitziest hotel Vegas had to offer. It was a huge project, complete with a golf course, wild animal reserve, and of course, a casino that made every other casino in Vegas look like a convenience store.

I’d heard there were some contractual issues with the groundbreaking, but I didn’t know enough to feel I could warn Rock. Reid would do that. First thing Monday morning when Rock went into work. No need to worry him about that now.

He fed me another piece of steak. After I swallowed, I said, “Do you own any suits?”

“What? You mean like swim trunks?”

“No, silly. Suits. Coat, pants, and ties. You’ll need to have them for work.”

“For God’s sake.” He put down his steak knife. “Seriously? I have to wear a monkey suit?”

“Only for black-tie events.”

“What?”

“A monkey suit is a tux, Rock.”

“Oh.” He reddened a little, and it was adorable.