He'd be captivated by her at first sight, swept away by her beauty. He would pull her into his arms, press her against the wall, and with a deep, magnetic voice, say, "Be mine." Then, without another word, he would claim her lips in a dominant, passionate kiss.
They'd be married in a whirlwind romance, she'd become Mrs. Rex, and they'd have two beautiful children—no, three. Actually, four might be okay if he liked big families. She'd already chosen baby names. And they'd live happily ever after in a mansion where love bloomed like spring every day.
But alas… fate was cruel.
Instead of Rex, the door was opened by a towering wall of muscle with a stern expression and cold, assessing eyes. He was so tall and broad that he blocked out the light behind him. The romantic wind? Nowhere to be found. The cherry blossoms? Obliterated. Time didn't slow—her dream did. Shattered. Completely. All her fantasies shattered like glass.
She stood frozen, stunned beyond words.
