Reckless is my middle name.
Guess that’s why I got a medical discharge from the military.
A fighter pilot with no plane to fly is a very unhappy boy. So commercial airlines, here I come.
Thanks to a bit of serendipity, I end up in Fiji with a hot as hell, broken-hearted woman.
Poor thing got stood up at the altar and decided to go on her honeymoon anyway.
The man who did it must be an idiot. This woman is everything any man would want in his life or his bed.
We’re complete opposites. She’s a planner and I fly by the seat of my pants.
Time to get her out of her comfort zone—in more ways than one.
This woman is mine for the time being.
Unfortunately, time flies, and we part ways, a misunderstanding on my part.
But lo and behold, fate showed up
Looks like I’m in trouble with HR. Again.
Just my luck on who HR is… I’ll let you guess.
With all we did in Fiji, this straitlaced beauty is having trouble reconciling her feelings for me and her ethics.
Good thing I’m bad enough for the both of us.
Maybe it’s right. Hell, maybe it’s wrong.
Or maybe it’s fate?
Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston