“What we did last night was definitely not nice…”

Garrett discreetly drew his fingers down the length of Tiffany’s spine before cupping her bottom through her dress.

Tiffany shivered at the touch.

Now she wished they were anywhere but here in this crowd. The way Garrett talked to her, the way he’d been looking at her since their eyes had met at the head of the aisle told her that he wanted more.

So did she.

“On the contrary, I think the things we did were very nice.”

“If you thought that was nice, then maybe I need to work harder at living up to my badass bodyguard image,” he said, and the look he sent her made her wonder what bad-boy secrets Garrett might be hiding.

She was dying to find out, but it was supposed to be only that one time. Just one night.

“I suppose I could give you another chance to show me how bad you are,” she said, playing it cool even as her heart beat faster at the thought of being with Garrett again.

He stepped a little closer.

“Oh, I can be very bad.…”