f there’s an experience, I want to have it. If there’s a flavor, I want to taste it. If there’s music, I want to dance to it. I want foreign languages swirling around me, unknown landscapes stretching out in front of me. I mean, hell, even my name is made up of places. Dakota London. Destined to travel the world.
Except in reality, I am utterly and completely trapped...
I don’t need passion or fire. I have enough of my own to last a lifetime and most of it morphs right into anxiety anyway. No matter how much I accomplish, I’m just not good enough to satisfy the nasty little voice in the back of my head. I work so hard to quiet it down that I don’t have time for a relationship, casual or otherwise. I definitely don’t have time for Max Santoro...
Hudson Knox has a reputation that should come with a WARNING label and that makes him perfect for me right now. Just because I’ve never had a one-night stand doesn’t mean it needs to stay that way. Even a serial good girl like me needs to break out of her mold every now and then. Right?
Wrong. I chose Hudson because I thought he was the kind of guy...