That’s what he said his name was when I met him on the flight from New York City to Las Vegas.
I was on my way to sin city for a bachelorette party. West had business there.
He was wickedly handsome, demanding, and the intensity in his eyes melted me from the inside out.
I left his hotel suite before he woke up because a one-night stand is just that. It’s one night of pleasure that doesn’t seep into the next day.
At least that’s what it’s supposed to be if it doesn’t go completely wrong.
I didn’t give him my real name. We never exchanged numbers.
West didn’t need any of that to find me.
All he had to do was look across a conference table in Manhattan two months later.
Out of all the advertising agencies in the city, Jeremy Weston chooses the one my father owns to work on the campaign for the launch of his company’s latest product.
I try to pretend I’m not the woman he spent a night with in Las Vegas, but my body betrays me.
Not everything that happens in Vegas stays there.
The sin of my past proves that.