The rules of the game were simple.
One weekend.
We play our roles. Actually, we play lots of roles. I get the info I need for a secret work project. We go back to how we were.
That's what I proposed to handsome, clever, commanding Jake. That's what he said yes to — this decadent gift of a weekend that would get me out of trouble.
But that's not what happened when our nights together in Vegas ended . . .