What are you supposed to do when your insanely hot divorce attorney leans over after you’ve signed your divorce papers and seductively whispers in your ear, “Give me a call if you want to know how it feels to be handled by a real man since you were clearly too much woman for him,” before sliding his business card over and walking out the door?
I mean, what do you do with that?
Sure, I’m tempted. I just lost a hundred and eighty pounds of stupid, cheating man. I deserve to treat myself.
The thing is, I think he might be too much man for me. After all, he’s fifteen years my senior, though he doesn’t look it. But the urge to learn what this seasoned pro could teach me proves irresistible. And as it turns out, he’s a pro at a lot of things…like destroying people’s lives.
