Dating the Enemy. Amber Page

      “Yep. We have to change before we head to our next venue.”

      Nick stopped cold. “You’re kidding?”

      “Nope. What are you? Chicken?”

      Nick’s expression heated as he played with a tendril of her hair. “Of course not. But you didn’t have to drag me all the way down here to get me out of my clothes. You could’ve just asked. I would have happily obliged.”

      Jessie ignored the tingles his words set off in her thighs. “Well, I do plan on getting you hot and sweaty tonight. But I have no interest in what you’re hiding beneath that monkey suit.”