➦I always get excited when I get to read a new to me author and I get even more excited when I actually end up loving the book. These days, unfortunately, it doesn’t happen as often as I’d like it to. This book, however, delivered! I was hoping for a fun and sexy read with feels and I sure did get it!
➦The heroine works for an agency that has women trap men into cheating. –are they hiring, I wonder?– If you want to know whether your man would give in and go home with another chick, hire this gal and she’ll be sure to check for ya. It sounds super ridic, imo, but for the sake of fiction… methinkes it’s like putting bread in front of a dog and wondering if they’ll eat it. I only say that because my dog will do anything for bread. Anything.
➦So yeah, once this heroine gets hired to trap a very high profile man -and a very hot one, if I might add- she can’t help but feel attracted to him. Once she gets close to him, she realizes that not all things are as they seem. But she has signed a contract and she must go through with it.
➦The scenario here is improbable, however, described in a way where you can’t help but feel bad for the characters. I was rooting for these two from the start. Their chemistry was good and, while they were immediately attracted to each other, their relationship was first that of friends. The transformation to lovers was slow and I love that in my romance books. I might even go as far as saying that this was pretty slow burn.
➦Do give this book a chance if you like friends to lovers tropes and second chance romances full of fun banter and some angst. Oh, and men in suits.
I focus on his wedding ring right before I close my eyes. His eager lips meet mine and I can almost taste his excitement. My mind goes into distraction mode as his tongue darts in and out of my mouth.
Tonight is what we call a half trap. This is where our clients are satisfied by photographs of their boyfriends or husbands kissing another woman. We wear a wire at all times so they also receive a recording of their partners planning to go home with us. Most women believe that planning to cheat is just as bad as actually cheating but some women need more. Some women refuse to believe that their man would actually go through with it. In other words, some women are stupid.
A full trap is where we take the men back to our place. Only, it’s not our place. It’s actually an apartment which the Honey Trap Agency (HTA) rents. Waiting inside are their scorned girlfriends or wives and sometimes the occasional lawyer. We also have an agency bodyguard on standby just in case things get heated but usually the men are too busy begging for forgiveness.
Our safety is a priority. If it’s a full trap then we always insist on ordering a cab. Our driver, who is actually another bodyguard, will be parked up around the corner. They take our call then wait for five minutes before picking us up, which is always from a public place. On the rare occasion that a man insists on driving or calling their own cab, we end the trap and only charge our client for a half trap. We make a lot of money but nowhere near enough to put ourselves in any real danger.
I finally pull away when his hands begin to work their way down my back. I open my eyes and watch him for a moment, looking for any signs of indecision or guilt but they don’t come. This guy’s willing to go all the way. He smirks. “Wanna come back to my place, darlin’?”
I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to take me home to talk about the weather but I ask anyway for the recording. “What have you got in mind?”
He leans closer. “Have you ever had a multiple orgasm?”
I stop myself from rolling my eyes. “No,” I reply, feigning innocence. Guys love the whole virginal act.
“Then I’ll be your first.”
Only in his dreams. If his wife doesn’t leave him after tonight then they deserve each other. I grin seductively. “Let me go and freshen up first. I’ll be back in a minute.” I wink at him before walking away, swaying my hips as I go.
As soon as I step inside the restroom, I reach into my purse and take out my mini bottle of mouthwash. I always use too much but I like how it burns the taste of them away. After successfully numbing my entire mouth, I remove my wire and place it inside my purse just as the door opens. One of the agency photographers walks in and checks that we’re alone before stopping in front of me. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “Did you get it?”
“Of course I got it.” She takes out her camera and scrolls through several photographs. The first few are close-ups of his face so he can be clearly identified. The rest are shots of us kissing.
I call my boss as we both exit out of the back. “It’s done.”
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