A broken-down Mercedes is not what lawyer Claire Sweeney needs at this particular moment in time. The mechanic sent to collect her, though, is just right: tall and solid—a real man.
The kind of guy who shows you how he is in bed just by the way he walks.
Michael DaBruzzi assumes he knows all there is to know about Claire. Silk blouse, pencil skirt, take-me heels. She’s rich. An elitist. Probably never lifted a finger to do any real work her whole entitled life.
Definitely not a screamer.
But Claire’s hiding a lot under her fancy clothes and composed facade. From the moment she climbs into his truck, Claire’s out to show Michael the truth: she’s no princess, and she’s not afraid to get dirty.