It was one moment of stupidity, one second of not thinking twice...and everything spiraled. I wasn't supposed to kiss a stranger. But I did. I definitely wasn't supposed to like it. But I did. And now I'm all caught up in the excitement of it. The thrill and the anticipation of experiencing it again...with him. Noah Alexander. But there's a whole list of reasons I should stay away from him, One - he works for my father. Two - he's much older than I am. Three - he told me to. Yet there's only one reason I shouldn't... because I don't want to. I'm addicted to the fire that burns between us whenever we're close. I'm addicted to the way he looks at me as if he desires and hates me at the same time. Call me a masochist, but the sound of his voice when he tells me all the things he wants to do to me right before he asks me to leave-it's thrilling. No matter how many times he warns that he'll hurt me, I can't stay away. I won't. Author's Note: This is not a dark romance, but the story does contain elements that some may find hard to read.