Landscaping & Leasing (Naughty at the Nouveau)

Welcome back for a luxuriously naughty second chance at romance at The Nouveau.

Of all the properties in this city, he had to walk into mine. No, not walk. Saunter.

I technically agreed to this meeting so, here I sit, trying not to make eye contact with the owner of our new landscaping company. He’s interrupting my busy day to introduce himself, as if he has nothing else to do, nowhere else to be, just strolling through life—his and everyone else's.

He hasn't changed a bit.

If I'd known, he was owner of Rough Hands Landscaping, I’d have never hired them.

Or maybe I’d have hired them and then ignored all their requests to schedule service—ghosted his company the way he ghosted me.

I’m fine, though. It's not like I'm going to sit here the whole time, replaying memories of his warm, rough hands touching every square inch my body.

Pfft, please, I barely even remember. But that sizzle in the air between us. And those eyes when I finally look into them. And that voice . . .

Hiring him was an accident, but what’s done is done. Sure, they had a relationship that ended abruptly, but that was years ago. They were so young. Ancient history. It doesn't even matter anymore who ended it. Or why.

But what if it does matter why? And what if he’s bringing his A (adult) game for a second chance?