I never expected the hottest one-night-stand of my life to turn up at my studio as the grumpy single dad to one of my dance students.
But teaching here is only a temporary gig because, at the end of six weeks, I'm moving on.
And it was all going according to plan until Dylan Matthews showed up with his dangerous gaze, stubbled jaw, and six pack abs.
With my self-imposed deadline growing nearer, I have no time or desire to get emotionally involved with a man. But a no-strings-attached fling,
that
I could handle.
Or so I thought.
Besides Dylan's talents in the bedroom or car or office, he's unexpectedly sweet under his stern glower, and no amount of rehearsing is enough for me to smile when I eventually have to say goodbye.