What happens when Ben Tate tells you to beg? There\'s a Devil on my shoulder, and every Monday morning she announces herself.
Until the night Ben says Beg...and that Devil on my shoulder decides to make a few demands of her own..
It means enduring his smirk and his smart mouth and never taking the bait.
It means weekends and evenings by his side.
It\'s been my policy to avoid him, but when a case comes into the firm-one that could change his career and mine-I make an exception.
Sitting across from me every damn Monday with his lovely, smug smile and his too-perfect teeth, the living symbol of everything I hate.
Ben-Stealer of Clients, Evicter of Homeless Women, Nemesis.
Suggestions I ignore...because every single one of them is about Ben Tate.
She\'s this delicious flame in my chest, a flurry of whispered suggestions in my ear.
What happens when Ben Tate tells you to beg? There\'s a Devil on my shoulder, and every Monday morning she announces herself
