First Impressions — Maris Soule

He was involved with her best friend

Tracy Dexter couldn't deny her attraction to her new boss. Mark Prescott looked more like a jet-set playboy than a high-school principal--and he acted like one, too.

It wasn't right for Tracy to go out with him, not when her friend Rose had already staked a claim. It wasn't right, even though Mark's eyes were so persuasive, his kiss so probing and intense. Even though his hands scorched her body with a teasing, raging fire.... And when he gently lowered her to the floor she couldn't find the words to say no.