Treena Stanton, artistic coordinator of Sierra’s Cowboy Theme Park, wants to exact revenge on Clayton Wagner. She had a crush on him in school, but he never acknowledged her existence. Revenge is sweet but not as sweet as the pleasure of his touch.
Strategic accounts manager, Clayton Wagner lost a bet and has to work the next twenty-four hours at his buddy’s theme park. But when his "boss for the day" with mouth-watering curves demands he wear a cowboy costume, all he can think about is finding out what's under her petticoat.
But when the truth is revealed about their past, will the sparks of passion fizzle or burst into Red Hot flames?
“How else can I see if it fits you?” Seconds turned into an eternity, while she waited.
Clayton had shed his clothes in front of many women and enjoyed every moment of it, but the saucy gleam in this woman’s eyes wasn’t just lust. He could handle lust. Whatever this green-eyed vixen wanted, he was just the man to rise to the occasion. He slid his jacket off his shoulders and hung it on the hook.
Her eyes widened in anticipation, and she sat down on the bench. Clayton noticed that her skirt hitched up higher than it should have. He had balls enough to join her in a display of exhibitionism. He grabbed his tie and slowly, very slowly, untied it.
Treena raised her eyebrow. Her tongue slipped across her lips.
Clayton pretended to move to a sexy blues beat as he seductively pulled the end of his tie. Slowly it slipped from his collar, then he snapped it the rest of the way. Delight shone in her eyes. He flicked open his collar. Her eyes devoured him, as if he were grade-A prime beef and she, a wolf.