As Kimberly drove home her mind reeled with regret over the many things she could have done to Nicholas Vice for his roguish actions tonight.
A little slap, or maybe a kick in the groin would have served him right, and she wouldn't have cared if it had been captured by the camera. She shouldn't have given a damn fuck!
The kiss still lingered on her lips, and the presence of a paparazzo conveniently taking photos of them made her blood seethe. And the thoughts of making some article by morning, made her really wish she had gutted Nicholas down.
Well, she hoped she didn't, because while their charade was aimed to convince his family, the last thing she wanted was for her name to make headlines over something not business or achievement related.
