Best part about just one night?

You can be whoever you want.

But so can they.

She was my mystery girl.

Until she wasn’t.

Turns out I wasn’t the only one who lied about who I was that night in Paris.

Now I see the real her.

And she needs help.

I’m willing to give her more than that.

Working together is just what I need.

Her curves are the best part of my day.

My night, too.

But nothing this good is easy.

When someone threatens to burn us down, I’m left wondering.

Was one night in Paris all it was supposed to be?