No Strings Attached

Two gleaming race cars vanished like lightning before Clara's eyes. As she watched the competition from the stands, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Sasha.

Barely had she tapped the screen to answer when Sasha's shriek pierced the air. "Clara, the groomsman you're paired with at the wedding tomorrow is a total knockout-like, picture a guy who's all refined and repressed with glasses, but a total wild card once they're off. I swear, this dude is all that, absolutely magnetic. Girl, it looks like spring has sprung for you again."

Clara couldn't help but chuckle. "It's just going through the motions, you getting this pumped?"

"Of course I am. I'm all torn up over your happiness. Just you wait, I'm sending you his pic and bio. You're gonna scream. Meet you in the morning to head over together, okay?"

After hanging up with Sasha, Clara's phone was swamped with notifications. Her messeges was flooded with pictures of handsome men.

oddly familiar. Those dark eyes seemed to hook her soul, sending

husky voice from behind. "Into

did she realize why the man in

replying coolly, "That's none

close, his chiseled face hovering just above her. Their proximity was so

held a lingering affection, his voice tender, "If that's what you like, I can

fingertips brushed against the corner of Clara's eye, "Clara, don't look

smile, "Even if you turned

voice softened from its previous coldness, "Ryker,

his chest, "Crushed him with superior