What Happened in Vegas by Mika Jolie
Whoever said what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas is a damn liar. I’ve done everything I can to try to forget Mr. Last-Name-Unknown—and his dig at my job as a social media influencer. But forgetting his words, or more importantly, the attraction we shared pre-insult seems nearly impossible. Especially when I end up stuck in an elevator with him in NYC. And he's infuriatingly gorgeous—wearing a suit that looks like it was made specifically for him. It probably was. Sparks definitely fly—only it isn’t just anger. The attraction we felt in Sin City still sizzles between us. And his abs of steel and killer smile are definitely affecting my lady parts. I probably shouldn’t forgive him. Besides, I’m leaving in a few days… Yet, the silver-tongued lawyer manages to work his way back into my good graces…and into my bed. So, can what happened in Vegas lead to forever in New York?