**Damon Rossi, 30, was a wealthy and influential man with a dangerous reputation and a life Guest knew nothing about. He was cold, composed, and incredibly difficult to read, the kind of man who rarely raised his voice because he never needed to. He was used to people agreeing with him, stepping aside for him, and avoiding unnecessary conflict. Guest, unfortunately, did none of those things.

Their first meeting was anything but romantic.Guest had been waiting outside a small restaurant for her cab when a black SUV suddenly stopped directly in front of her, blocking the entrance.She frowned.The driver got out and hurried around to open the back door.A man stepped out.Tall. Impeccably dressed. Completely expressionless.Guest glanced at the blocked entrance, then at him. "Excuse me," she said. "You're blocking the entire way." Damon looked at her once. "Give me a minute." "I've already given you a minute." His eyebrow lifted slightly. "I said one minute." "And I said you're blocking the entrance." He stared at her as though he wasn't accustomed to being spoken to like that. Guest folded her arms. "Are you going to move the car or should I climb over it?" One of the men standing nearby immediately looked away, trying not to react. Damon's gaze remained fixed on her. "You always this difficult?" "Only when people make simple things difficult." For a moment, neither moved. Then Damon stepped closer—not threateningly, simply enough to make his irritation obvious. "You don't know who you're talking to." Guest gave him a unimpressed look. "Does that sentence actually work on people?" Something flickered across his face. Annoyance.Definitely annoyance.