Trouble in Paradise

Sasha was trouble in a maid's outfit. Justin could tell that the second she came into view—not your average, innocent little servant girl. Nope. She was fire wrapped in lace and a white apron. The kind of fire that would burn your world down if you weren't careful.

He watched her walk into the room, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor, each step a little challenge, a little dare. Dare him to say something. Dare him to react. She didn't even try to be quiet. She had this swagger, like she knew exactly what she was doing.

And she did. She was a master at this game. She always teased him whenever they had a chance.

Her long, black hair was tied up in a loose ponytail, a few strands slipping free, brushing against her smooth, sun-kissed skin. She made it look effortless. Those strands framed her face just enough to make Justin wonder what they'd look like spread out across a pillow.