Cheeky owner of a struggling fashion boutique, Poppy Fields dreams of having her designs rocking the couture runways in Paris and Milan. While fantasizing about the glamorous life, her world is about to collide with the devil himself in the form of a dangerous mafia leader, Roman D’Amico, out for revenge for his dead brother. Often mistaken as the future wife of one of Chicago’s most notorious crime bosses, and Roman’s rival gang member, everyone who enters Poppy’s little shop believes they are doing a favor to the Gambino family. When her doppelgänger waltzes into her boutique, the women are shocked to find they look like twins. Leaving her identification behind as a ruse to flee the country, Claudia switches lives with the unsuspecting fashion designer. When Luke Gambino falls for the ploy, he believes Poppy is his runaway bride, forcing her to take on the persona of the real Claudia Ricci. Following the murder of his brother, Roman D’Amico is looking for revenge. When he suspects the Gambinos are behind it, he plots to kidnap the rival gang member’s wife. Unknowing that the women have switched places, Roman kidnaps the wrong couture diva. With Claudia missing, Poppy must keep up the ruse, and convince Roman to keep her alive or fall into the hands of the murderous Gambino family.
As Poppy wrapped her arms around Roman's neck in the barn, he lifted her, taking her to a stack of hay where a blanket was laying over a bundle near the horse stalls. Sitting down, she pulled him next to her as their lips tangled in a dance.
"Mmm… Those lips. Princess, you don't know what you do to me."
Sucking her bottom lip between his own, he gave it a little tug as she moaned into his mouth. Her cherry lip gloss was like tasting the sweetest treat as he devoured her lips, never wanting to come up for air. As her fingers laced through his short tendrils, she tugged in response to the intensity and power of his kiss. Every part of this man set her on fire and all she wanted was to be in his arms forever.
"Poppy, we have to stop, baby. If we don't, I don't think I'll be able to hold back."