TOMMASOThe furniture district is my personal hell. I don’t know my ass from an ottoman. But when a hot designer comes to my rescue, I realize my problems are bigger than the house I’m trying to furnish.A scorching kiss over fabric samples makes me question all my choices. But is it too late to change my entire life to get more of them?CARTERI need this gig, but my cocky new client leaves out a couple crucial details:He doesn’t mention that he's a famous hockey player. And he doesn’t own up to the way he’s always trying to undress me with his dark, broody eyes.The man throws out more mixed signals than a broken traffic light. I've never been more sexually frustrated in my entire life. I need to back away before I do something stupid, like lose my heart.Oops. Too late.
