I had it all together and under control until he stripped off his shirt.

Why the hell did he do that?

It caught me completely off guard and for a moment, I was actually speechless. Something about the sight of his tattooed, muscular chest threw me in a way I wasn’t expecting and certainly couldn’t have planned for.

I already knew Sam Mason was a handsome man with baby blue eyes the color of a clear Montana sky and a smile that could make a woman want to drop her pants on the spot.

I’ve studied his photos.

I came prepared.

Or so I thought.

Looking at still photos of Sam Mason in my office cubicle was one thing. Seeing him up close and in the flesh is something completely different. No way could a photo or even a video capture the raw masculine heat oozing from his every pore.

This job is going to be harder than I thought.

Ten minutes into the operation and I’m already hitting a major hurdle. Sam is sexy, likable, and almost irresistible. The key word being almost.

While he works on the tire, I try not to let him see me checking him out. I notice he has recently added a couple of new tattoos that I haven’t seen before. I wonder if he’ll keep going until eventually his whole body is covered. I wouldn’t be surprised since he’s a tattoo artist. Personally, I think he has exactly the right amount. Any more and he’ll be covering up some very nice-looking muscle.

I don’t know why I keep staring besides the fact that now that I’m here, I can’t seem to tear my eyes away. The truth is I can sketch Sam Mason with my eyes closed.

Every line of his tattoos, every muscle in his arms.

Even the crinkle around the corners of his eyes with every easy smile.

I know him well...he’s been my mark for weeks.

For countless hours, I’ve stared at photos of Sam and the rest of the Steel Infidels until my eyes blurred. I’ve memorized their patterns, their habits, what they like to do and even what they eat. From my research, I know the three brothers in the motorcycle club, Sam, Flint and Jesse, are handsome, charming, and dangerous as hell.

Nobody said going undercover as an agent for the Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives Special Units division was going to be easy. Worming my way into the Steel Infidels inner circle will take some time. Then again, I’m a patient and determined woman.

There’s no doubt in my mind that I can do this.

Sam Mason may be the sexiest man I’ve ever met, but he’s still going down.

This time the player has met his match.