Even if that means hauling both him and his horse along with you on your Vermont getaway.Īt least that’s what I did when it happened to me. Roman: When you accidentally hijack a Central Park carriage trying to escape the paparazzi, get pulled over by the police, and your crisis manager insists you lay low for a while, you nod your head and go.Īnd when the cute carriage driver shows up on your front step, horse in tow, blaming you for losing his job, you agree to fix it. Now I’m broke, my horse has been evicted from her barn, and I’ve got nowhere to turn. You simply follow his shouted orders and try not to kill anyone in the process.Īt least, that’s what I did when it happened to me.īut then it turns out that the “cop” is none other than Roman Burke, Hollywood’s hottest star, and our little joy ride gets me fired. Scotty: When a gorgeous cop comes racing out of a building on 5th Avenue, hops in your horse-drawn carriage, and screams, “Go!” You go. If it’s only in my head, though, it doesn’t count.Īfter all, it’s not like we’re falling for each other in real life… Except I can’t stop thinking about him night and day. Which is a problem, because I made a vow long ago to never let emotions interfere with my life, either business or personal. The more I get to know Conor, however, the more I start to fall for him.

After all, once our business is concluded, he’ll be out of my life for good. Instead, I decide there’s no harm in flirting. The one that belongs to my anonymous late night texter. The same geeky tie that’s held hostage on my phone. Wells: The first thing I notice about Conor Newell when he sits down in my highrise conference room is how delightfully nervous he is. Within days, I’m falling for someone I shouldn’t, and I have to remind myself that none of this is real.

I spend my days squaring off against Wells in the boardroom, and my nights succumbing to the sexy stranger’s commanding texts in the bedroom. Little do I know the man on the other end of the line is none other than Wells Grange: the most controlling, egotistical, emotionless SOB I’ve ever met. I tell myself an unexpected night of hot-as-hell back and forth is the perfect way to blow off a little steam while I’m in New York closing an important business deal. Only, instead of it going to the flirty hotel bartender, it goes to some random stranger who actually responds.

Conor: It starts with a drunken text pic.

LOL by Lucy Lennox