"Trust me, I wouldn't put you in any situation that is dangerous." She followed him into the finished basement. At the bottom of the basement stairs was a table and seated was a woman wearing black rimmed glasses and a plain white tee and jeans. She said in a monotone, "remember there are no phones."

Nica Harrington is caniving especially when she wants something or someone and she wants Dillon Walker. He's a mystery of a man who never seems to break a sweat and stellar under pressure. She lands him, or they land each other, and things are lovely, briefly. 

In their pursuit to have each other, they also weave a tangled web of lovers. Each one making muck of their lives with their magnetic attraction. Determined to hold on, the little games begin, each to outwit the other.  There can only be one winner, who will it be?

*Mature content*