Taste

Gianni Lupo is the last guy on earth I want to get stuck with.

However, I've been stuck in a roadside hotel room with that arrogant jerk for the last two days due to the century's worst snowstorm.

with only one little bed.

I'm not the kind of woman who would be grateful to Mother Nature for sending a polar vortex to maroon her with six feet of solid muscle, those deep blue eyes, and that seductive smile. Throughout my whole life, Gianni Lupo has only ever brought me misfortune and difficulties.

I should have known what a dreadful outcome would be when our tension surges with enough fire to shatter my ice walls.

An enormous plus symbol.

There are more memories of the night we spent keeping each other warm than simply snow. Even though he is a rising star in the culinary world, he has no clue how to manage an oven bun.

He claims he wants to act morally, but I don't want to live my whole life feeling like I was taken advantage of.

Gianni Lupo offers me a glimpse of the man he might be, the family we could have, and the way he could love me if I let him, just when I think I have everything figured out.

I'm afraid I'll fall in love with him.

However, it could only take a single taste.