Drake Powers had to be the most infuriating piece of work I'd met in my entire life. Never mind his gorgeous face, body, and tattoos. That was beside the point. The things that came out of the cocky bastard's mouth-directed toward me, of course-had my own mouth falling open in shock. His controlling, bad-boy demeanor should've had me running in the other direction. But there was something behind that dominant presence of his. Something guarded. And I had to find out what it was. I knew it was probably in my best interest to stay away. But when was I ever one to listen?