I’m just a small-town girl, and I messed up and lost my college scholarship. I was broke.
But then I met tall, ripped, tantalizing Wulf, whose sapphire-blue eyes warmed when I was joking around while we waltzed, and I did something that anyone would tell you is stupid.
I found out that night that he was ripped under his tuxedo, with broad shoulders and biceps like steel.
And then I found out he was wealthy. Not rich. Wealthy.
I’d already figured out he was into some wild stuff.
But he was more than I thought. So much more.
And that was the problem.
I fell in love with him that night, the night he saved me, and then I was the one who was screwed.