Off the Menu

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>He says I'm his good girl... but why does it feel like I'm his dirty little secret?</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I came to this island for a clean slate. No drama. No distractions. Just a job some sunshine and a chance to finally get my life back on track.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Then I met him-my infuriating devastatingly hot boss.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>He's older. Untouchable. Completely off-limits.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And somehow I'm the one he can't stay away from.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Behind closed doors he's all dominance and dirty promises. But in the daylight? He keeps me at arm's length-and our relationship under wraps.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>What starts as heat becomes something more...or at least I think it does. But love doesn't look like hiding. And secrets don't feel like safety. So when the line between pleasure and pain starts to blur I have to ask myself: </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Is this real-or am I just a beautiful temporary escape?</em></p><p></p>