You're The One — Layla Hagen

It all started as pretend...My best friend, and one of the most powerful men in New York, needed my help. Our first kiss was unexpected-but it still made my skin sizzle, my knees go weak. The next one was in front of his tight-knit family. We had to be convincing. But it was so wicked hot, it almost convinced me too. On our first night together, he told me that I had to keep us both in check, because he didn't know how to keep the lines from blurring...He touched me like I was precious, and held me close... barely stopping his fingers from pushing down the straps of my dress...On our second night, our banter turned to flirting. Hunter-my best friend was now Hunter-the man. Intense. Alluring. Sexy as hell. How was I supposed to not fall in love?