Trusting the Player

<p><strong>Amber</strong></p><p><br></p><p>I had my two rules.</p><p>Rule One-Never sleep with the same man twice.</p><p>Rule Two-Never mix business and pleasure.</p><p>I play hard and I work even harder-just to forget.</p><p>When the new client at work turns out to be the guy who gave me the earth-shattering O I try with all my might to forget about our tryst.</p><p>Working with him is testing my will especially when he is trying to jeopardize everything I've worked for. He is beyond frustrating yet I can't seem to forget about his hands on my body and the insatiable need we had for one another.</p><p>The more time we spend together the more my will is stretched.</p><p>But if I bend I'm breaking my own rules. The rules that keep me going and keep me safe.</p><p><br></p><p><strong>Logan</strong></p><p><br></p><p>I play hard. I don't work. Why would I when my family is one of the richest in the country?</p><p>But after all this time I'm forced to work for the family and by the way they treat me I want to jeopardize the deal they've got me working on. But if I do that I'm hurting her.</p><p>I'm backed into a corner either way I play. But it's no longer a game.</p><p>My nonchalance is testing the sassy-mouthed beauty I'm hitched with.</p><p>But she sees me differently and I'm transfixed by her. I need to break her rules because if I have to look across at her for another day without touching her I could implode.</p>