The last thing I’m looking for is a guy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan. But after my ex sent my heart through a wood chipper, I need a minute. Which is why Levi is such a problem. When the smokeshow walks into my party, there’s no avoiding him. He looks at me like I’m a juicy, rare steak, and he hasn’t had a meal in a week. Pretty sure he’ll devour me. All I have to do is give him permission. We’re from different worlds—he’s leather jackets and motorcycles, and I’m a trust fund kid hailing from the Upper East—but that’s not our biggest problem. I’m pretty sure he has a secret. A secret that could bring down my entire world. I wasn’t looking for a guy, but the guy found me. And neither my heart nor my secrets are safe.