Left at the altar with bald patches on her head and her self-confidence stripped away, Tamara Johnson must pick up the pieces of her life and face her Alopecia Areata, the autoimmune disease causing her hair to fall out. She is convinced no man will date a bald woman and arranges a one-night stand through Madame Evangeline’s popular service, 1Night Stand. With her new wig held firmly in place, Tamara arrives at the Castillo Hotel in Las Vegas for a night of passion and pleasure. Anything more than one night would mean exposing her bald head, and she will never do that to any man again. Running into the Castillo Hotel, away from the paparazzi constantly at his heels, Josh Summers wants to spend his next few days locked away from the flashing lights and screaming fans. When he finds an incredibly sexy woman wearing nothing but lingerie lying on his hotel room bed, he thinks the hotel has made a mistake. Leaving the woman, he heads for the lobby to get the situation rectified. But an unexpected text from Madame Evangeline sends him back to his room, though unsure whether the woman on the bed is really his perfect match or just another fan believing him to be like his character on television. To find out, he must risk telling her his own secrets. If Tamara can handle his imperfections, she just might be his ideal woman.
As soon as she opened the door, he spun her into his arms. Instead of another kiss, he ripped the tags off the clothes and set them on the counter. “Charge them to my room.” He grabbed her hand and yanked her out of the boutique.
If she hadn’t seen the fear in his eyes, she would have been pissed that he pulled her with so much force. “What’s going on? My other clothes are still in the other room.”
He slowed his pace, but didn’t stop. “I’m sorry, Tamara, but we’ve got to leave, now.”
The pretty concierge appeared before them. “Mr. Summers, can I have someone get your car for you?”
“Thank you, Victoria, but I’ll get it myself from the garage. Could you possibly retrieve Tamara’s clothes from the dressing room of the boutique and take them back to my room?”
“Sure thing.” Victoria handed him his keys. They continued through the hall then down the stairs, her new shoes barely touching the ground.
Who the hell is this guy and what are we running from?
Shit! I can’t go anywhere without someone getting out their camera. He raced with Tamara in tow, trying to keep her from the intrusive life he lived. He wasn’t ready to bring anyone into the spotlight with him yet.
But he had to get out of the hotel first. He unlocked his car and held the door open for her. Even when trying to beat the paparazzi, he still believed in chivalry. After shoving her inside a bit too roughly, he muttered an apology, closed her door then rushed around to the driver’s side. Throwing the car in reverse, he squealed the tires in a rush to get out of the parking garage. How much time did he have? He didn’t know, but if the paparazzi followed him, he’d have to pull some fancy maneuvers to lose them before driving to his destination.
They made it to the street before he was temporarily blinded by the first flashes. Tamara shrieked when someone knocked on her window, right before another flash of light.
I have to get away from this, get her away from this.