Sleeping With The Enemy
Who knew sleeping with the enemy could feel so good?
She was nothing to me. The straight-laced brat I despised since we were kids. Until the one cold night I woke up to find her in my bed. She was the enemy, the FBI agent investigating the company I worked for. But her fiery attitude and sweet-as-sin body stole all the good judgment from my head.
She’d always been a thorn in my side, but being with her felt right. Could we overcome the obstacles between us, or was she destined to be my enemy for good?
Ellie Isaacson 