Dark hair, flowing curls, enticing intelligence with Canadian drawl. He was instantly captivated. Yet he knew from the moment she'd revealed herself to be a professor working in the languages department at Denver nothing could happen. So, they'd finished their coffee, he'd helped fix the damaged lock and access her home, then he'd made his polite goodbyes.
However, she had continued to pursue. Kept making sure she was in his vicinity. Her perfume… Aromatic, lingering, intoxicating… An illuminating smile gripping his heart and refusing to release. Eventually he stopped resisting.
Regret instant when questions about his father's latest enterprise began.