Paris Bound

I met him in the city of love. He whooshed by with his perfect little daughter. I turned around. And it took him a minute to steal my heart. He towered over me with his flawlessly sculpted face. Rich, powerful, and a doting father. My nasty luck with men told me that he was too good to be true. I wanted to turn back around. To run for my life. But guess what? I stayed and shook his hand instead. His mahogany eyes met mine. Everything went from wrong to right. Until it all spiraled out of control... Shane Rodman actually wasn't too good to be true. He was the devil with a hidden agenda. I fell in love with the enemy. I crossed that line. But like they say, the line between love and hate is a thin one.