It started with a kiss one New Year's Eve and ended with me leaving her standing alone in the cold. One touch of my lips to hers and I knew she was trouble. The sweet innocent girl had no idea the reputation I had with the ladiesa different girl each night at the family owned nightclub I managed: Kenza. All anyone wanted was a good time and I provided that, then Gretchen Sinclair kept appearing not only in the nightclub, but in my dreams.