The Sun and the Moon

I just wanted a freaking cup of coffee. After all, hard-charging lawyers like me require caffeine to survive court battles.I didn't expect my life to change.I didn't expect the unbelievably hot guy behind the counter-all green eyes and golden surfer curls-to tilt my world.And I REALLY didn't expect his particular brand of laid-back alpha male style.I'd been so secure in my own little world. One with Rules about what I do-and what I definitely do NOT do.Especially in bed.Rule Number 9? No dirty talking? There's no earthly reason why I'd want anyone to do that.I may be stuck-up, but my Rules kept me safe and happy.Okay, I wasn't happy. Depressed and repressed is more like it.But am I ready for Mister Barista to obliterate every Rule in my book?