The Wrong Kind of Right

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Summary

She's not what Vegas made her. Andi walks into rooms like she owns them. Dress tight. Heels sharp. Smile calibrated. She's been a companion long enough to know what men want, and it was never her. Not the real her. Not the girl who crushes JRPGs on her Switch and has an entire folder of fan art that is absolutely not safe for work. Then a door opens on the 42nd floor of the Bellagio, and the man on the other side already knows her name. Her real name. Not the one the agency gave him. Caleb isn't what she expected either. No entitlement. No agenda. Just dark eyes, bare feet, and the audacity to ask her if she likes burgers. He tracked her down to find out who she was. That's either the sweetest thing she's ever heard, or she should absolutely run. She doesn't run. The Wrong Kind of Right is a Las Vegas romance about a woman who built an armor so good even she forgot what was underneath, and the man who cracked the code on purpose.

Status
Complete
Chapters
6
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

The Wrong Kind of Right

Thanks for being here. Seriously.

Las Vegas is a city built entirely on performance. Everyone there is playing a version of thems...