Here's what you need to know about me: I'm wealthy, well-packed, and witty. Women love men who make them laugh, and I don't mean penis size. No, they want to have fun with a huge... Not to mention he's loyal. I have all this, plus a sizable bank account from a successful construction business. Yeah. I know how to use all my tools. And then there's Natalie. Insanely sexy, smart, my new assistant. That means she's completely off limits... Hey, I'm a good guy. In fact. I try my best to stay away from the temptation I face because of her at work. Until one night in Vegas... Yes, you've heard it before. Bad news on the business front, so we drown our sorrows in too many cocktails and then I fuck her. In my hotel room. In her hotel room. Behind the Titanic slot machine at the Flamingo Hotel and Casino (don't ask). And before we can get her to say one more time, “Oh my God, right here, yes!”, we both say “yes”—a huge “YES”—in a roadside chapel to a guy with false sideburns in a shiny gold Elvis suit. But then What happened in Vegas didn't stay in Vegas. And now my dick doesn’t stay in my pants when she’s around. I'm trying to resist. Honestly. But the more we carefully keep our hands to ourselves, the more often we end up naked again, and the more time I want to spend with her fully clothed. Now the question is... will this woman become my legal ex-wife?